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I present to you, in no particular order, a few of my favorite things for this week. (Sorry none of them rhyme, but feel free to hum the song if you like. Is it stuck in your head now? Excellent; my work here is done.)
1. The Freezer
Moth Heaven freaked me right out with her post about moth infestation, and I immediately thought of the yarn I had bought at auction. What if it had moths?
The freezer is saving me from moths, in the same way that keeping your feet under the covers saves you from monster attack. Pictured, a skein of Regia sock yarn, and Opal tiger sock yarn.
(Please do not mock the white trash food in my freezer. Safeway was having some kind of unspoken “White Trash Bargain Days” sale, featuring low low prices on corn dogs, store brand white bread, Kool Aid, and tater tots. I passed on the marshmallows, canned peaches, and Ritz crackers, which were also on sale.)
2. Canned Pumpkin
A lot of yarking goes on in my home in springtime. Yarking is when the cat leans forward and says “YAAAAARK!” and then you have to scramble to find the roll of paper towels.
Although technically short-haired, the cats both have thick, luxurious coats, which get licked off seasonally, and form a bolus in the stomach. They dislike being brushed, so this year, on a whim, I tried the pumpkin cure. Canned pumpkin – plain, no pie spices, please – a tablespoon per cat every night.
You know what? They like it – a lot. They like the canned pumpkin more than they like cheese, but not as much as butter. Seems to be working, too – not one single yark since I started dishing it up a few weeks ago.
3. 12:34
My favorite time, for obvious reasons.
(Hey, check it out, you can see my reflection in the coffee pot. Aren’t you glad I’m not naked, like that eBay guy?)
4. Blog Posts
There is a LOT of good writing out there in blogland. In no particular order, some of my all-time favorite posts are:
Franklin’s Waiting To Inhale
Stephanie’s MSF Estonian mittens. For good or ill, I will never, ever forget that picture.
Nona’s The Power of the MCS, which I think of whenever I finish something.
Laurie’s tale of fending off French jackasses with her umbrella is a lesson in fortitude, and also very very funny.
Neil Gaiman’s How To Wake Up, which I shall keep in mind for my hotel stay, week after next.
Darth Sidious gripes about Darth Vader’s irritating personal habits.
ETA I just finished brushing my teeth, which reminded me of:
5. My Dentist
More specifically, their hygienist, Deborah. Don’t get me wrong, Dr. Caggiano is a good guy (I love him because he always keeps an eye on your feet while he’s working, and if they twitch, he stops and asks if you need more novocain. I never realized, until I saw him doing this, that the feet do indeed speak up even when you’re too chicken and/or “I can take it” to make a little squeaking nose). But it’s Deborah who kept me going there.
Some backstory: I’m a little phobic about going to the dentist. When I say this, you must understand, I mean “weeping uncontrollably and hyperventilating.” Deborah gets it – she understands, and she cares, and she’s been a hygienist for many many years, she has a lot of experience, so she knows how to work around it. She’s like the Tooth Whisperer or something.
It’s not one of those squishy, pandering, “Would you like a teddy bear?” kind of deals. Dislike the sucky thing? She’ll have you hold it yourself. Problems with the needle? No sweat, have a bit of gas until it’s done. Hate those weird flavors of polishing compound? So do they, so they only order “light mint” (they got a shipment of bubblegum once by mistake, and sent it back). Go to the dentist and be treated like a human being – ASTONISHING!
I hadn’t been to the dentist for eight years before I worked up the courage to make an appointment at Caggiano’s office. Don’t get me wrong, the first few appointments were… pretty rough. But each time went a little bit better than the time before, and now I can stroll in for a cleaning and stroll back out, like I would any other business establishment. Double astonishing!
If you live in Seattle, you should switch to Caggiano’s office immediately. If you don’t live in Seattle, and you have one of those “regular” dentists (with the weird-tasting polishing compound, and the vicious flossing, and the not-caring-that-you’re-unhappy-with-what’s-happening), you’re being robbed. Keep looking. There’s a good dentist’s office in your area somewhere and you owe it to yourself to find it.
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The Neil Gaiman avocado juice story is a new favorite. Darth Sidious is a distant second.
Surprises are rarely pleasant, especially when it comes to food.
Comment by Congolia —
June 2, 2006 @ 8:45 am
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