03/10/2009 Tues

Yesterday, my dentist put the cap back on my tooth. At least we didn't have to start from scratch which probably saved a ton of $$$. Then I have my regular dental exam on Monday the 16th. I missed an exam during the time I was down and out and I am hoping this one goes okay. I have been brushing my teeth many many times per day of late. Seems like it perks me up.

We had an archeologist speak in our Year Through the Bible Series last night at church. Someone needed to have impressed upon him the one hour limit we agreed to for these talks. At one hour and 10 minutes, he was still saying he would talk about certain subjects later in his talk. Then he asked how much longer he had and one of our ministers diplomatically answered, "5 minutes." Long story short, it went on for about one and one half hours. It would have been okay another time, but the time change had us all jet-lagged and he wasn't the easiest person to understand. He did not enunciate well and some of the words he used were not in my vocabulary to start with. I think everyone could tell he really loved his subject and knew his material well. I think he also had a valid idea for his conclusions about one dig he was telling us about but by then, everyone was fidgeting to leave so I am not sure it had quite the impact it would have if the speech had been a little shorter or if someone had told us up front it would be longer than usual.

Oh, gee, I have the appointment to get my scalp examined this morning (not my head, my scalp). I hope it has healed enough to allow it to continue to heal without intervention. I think it has healed a great deal in the last 6 weeks or so. But I'll do as they say. I am not a great diagnostician. (It turned out well. LeAnn agreed to give it 3 to 4 more weeks and if it is not substantially improved yet again, then we are to call her and she will see me again. I hope it will be pretty much healed over by then.) Someone please tell me how you can have the very first appointment of the day and still have to wait 20 minutes past appointment time to be called back! "I do declare" as my mother would have said.

I cut some chunks of hair off Gray last night and I butchered his hairstyle. I think Milo has bitten on him and gotten his hair wet and matted down his back. I couldn't get the chunks combed out so I just cut them out. I hope his hair grows back fast and starts to look more normal since I hate for Dr. Green to see this handiwork. Gray has an appointment in mid-April for his annual checkup and shots so I may need a voodoo doctor to say a few words over him to see if that will make his hair grow back fast.

Milo now stays in the shower stall while I shower. He is rather stubborn about it as I have tried to nudge him out but he just squirms all around my foot and insists on staying in the shower. He still does not want to get thoroughly wet which makes it hard on me trying to shower myself with him in there. I was looking at a cat book at Park Road today and one of the clerks told me she has a cat who goes in the shower with her and her husband and gets himself wet as can be. She said one day, he jumped into the tub when it had water in it and the cat just sat there like "I really don't mind this." If Milo gets that attuned to water, he will be getting bathed by his mom. I would love to give that little fellow a bath. I know that long hair picks up all kinds of dust and dirt and it needs washing every now and then. I might just take that shower head someday and some baby shampoo and have at it. I'll ask Dr. Green first about the shampoo. I would think baby shampoo would be all right, though. Gray wanted to lay next to me last night and Milo sulked about it. He went to one corner of the bed and turned his rear toward me and Gray and I could almost hear steam coming out of his ears. He was mad and wanted me to know it. I did get the general idea of what he thought about the situation. I told him I loved him but he has not had his coronation yet so he is going to have to live in shared space with Gray (who is the grand old man of the household anyway).

My sister's dog is not doing well. Poor old Biscuit has not had the best life. She is a stray that my nephew brought home because he is so kind he couldn't stand to see her wandering a parking lot day after day. She is huge and kind of scary until you get to know her. She wants to gain your favor since she doesn't want to jeopardize her new life of being cared for. Unfortunately, she seems to have hurt her back or pulled a ligament ...or something. My sister is taking her back to the vet today and see if ex-rays might show them what is wrong. I think she fears cancer as this will break her son's heart. I hope it is something temporary so the dog can have a little bit of happiness in this world and not drive us all nuts trying to cure what may not be curable. I'll hear more about the vet results later today.

Tomorrow, personal trainer and unemployed group at Church. Someone who wrote a book about job searching is to be our speaker.