After depositing a check at First Farmers, Mary and I headed for Dr. Rector's. He was not at all phased by my not having been able for two weeks to chew on my right side. Probably the temporary crown had been a little too high, he said. Popped in the permanent and I was out of there "in seconds flat", as Paul McCartney once sang. I'm to stay off it for a day or so, giving the tooth time to normalize. I feel no sensitivity now, unless I accidentally apply pressure. High hopes for tomorrow. Prayers work.
Late lunch was the little Hormel "Compleat" dinners, plus plantain. Cheesy Ravioli for me. Guava juice on the side. Honeydew melon for my appetizer.
Antique disc in the field: Sony DSC-HX20v at 20X Zoom, using the "Illustration" setting, cropped and minor editing by ThumbsPlus 7.
Table in the garage: Sony DSC-HX20v with "Watercolor" effect, cropped and minor editing by ThumbsPlus 7.Coffee with news from Colombia followed. Eventually, I went out. Made a few snaps. Been a while since the urge hit me. Took along the Sony. A little fed up with the Canon's ISO problem.
Deborah came with my two tulip poplar saplings. She wanted me to show her exactly where I wanted them planted. She had made some headway on the first hole, when I called Mary out to see Deborah's new light weight weedeater. It turned out still to be more than Mary could handle, without straining her back.
Mary did help with the digging and watering though. Things were going well, when brother george drove up. I dreaded the first word out of his mouth, "dummy". Yes, it was not the best time of year to plant trees. Yes, this wasn't optimal soil for poplars. But, I indicated to George that one receives a gift whenever and however it comes. He took that well enough. In fact, he drove down to the garden and returned with more tomatoes and okra for me and Mary.
George can't really help it, I reckon. He takes his torpedo remarks from our dad. One has to take something, right? Genes.
73.6 °F, clear.
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