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.


  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

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

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


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