Late

[rejectomorph]

Drippy days are here again. Soft rain strings the trees and lawns with clear beads, and makes mirrors of the pavement in which the drifting clouds are then reflected, as though the storm were contemplating itself. The weather can be as narcissistic as it pleases. I'm just glad the snow is gone, and I can go out to fetch the mail without sliding on the icy driveway.

I finally got an appointment with the dentist, but it isn't until next Tuesday. This must be the busy season. I suppose everybody's teeth are falling out from Christmas and Valentine's day candy. By the time I get in there, the tooth will have been broken for twelve days. I hope that doesn't lead to complications.

Also, I've just found out that my parents are planning a to-do (or maybe it will even turn out to be a whoop-te-do) for their anniversary, on Saturday. The place will be swarming with nephews and nieces and their kids. The cat will freak out. Afterwards, mom will complain about having too much company all at once, even though she's the one who invited them. One would think that people in their nineties would be more sensible.

Running late again.

Comments

[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

Wow, are they really in their 90s? How amazing is that. I'm with you on the dentist. They gave me a 2nd temporary filling and I was supposed to see somebody else to get a root canal and I finally got around to calling yesterday and found out the earliest I can get in is May. I'm going to have to baby this temp filling.

[rejectomorph]

My mom turned 90 last year, and my dad is 96. Two of my grandparents lived to be 90 as well, and a third into his 80's. My other grandmother probably would have lived a long time, too, had she not been done in by the influenza epidemic at the time of WWI. But none of my aunts or uncles made it into their 90's (though I have one uncle still living who might survive that long.)

[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

Wow, I can't even imagine that. My people die so early.