Thursday, September 23, 2010

When life throws you lemons, dental health and nightmare.

1. Anna brings gossip and lemons -- part of a gift for a friend. The kitchen smells citric for the rest of the day.

2. Nick has been to the dentist and feels very sorry for himself. I tell him have been beside myself with worry all morning, imagining myself in one of those real life magazines: "My husband only went in for a filling and came back with NO HEAD."

3. I'm dreaming that I'm in a crowded place. Pain in my calf makes me shout. Faces look down at me curiously and I have no idea what to do. Then: "Is it cramp?" Kind hands flex my foot and lead me back down into the pillows.

5 comments:

  1. As the friend the lemons were for, they are definitely one of my beautiful things for yesterday - getting them, and today - my kitchen now smells beautiful! xx

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  2. Sorry, still not used to you saying "My husband". That is another nice thing, being able to say that

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  3. Joe -- I'm still not used to it, either! I do like saying it, though.

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