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The Week In Review
Because way too much happened this week that I haven't posted about.
Sunday, August 12. Went to see Shakespeare in the Park. This year's offering is A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I recommend it in the heartiest terms. (Keith David as Oberon. Lots of other good stuff that I may discuss in another post appropriately cut-tagged, in case anyone doesn't want to be told about it in advance, but let me reiterate: Keith David as Oberon. Mmmmmm.)
The thing about Shakespeare in the Park is that tickets are first-come-first-served, and the line starts forming at ... okay, I don't even know when the line starts forming, but when we arrived at 6:30am, there were already over a dozen people there. Some with sleeping bags.
Yes, I said we arrived at 6:30am. I went in a carpool that left Queens at 5:30. Which is a cruel and unusual hour anytime, but especially so on Sunday.
Bottom line: I really ought to have slept in the park while in line. Because we didn't get home till nearly midnight.
Monday, August 13. Left work early and went to the dentist, to repair what I thought was two broken fillings on my front teeth and turned out to be actual broken teeth. (I always thought broken teeth were supposed to hurt. Evidently not.) Apparently my front teeth have very weak enamel, and without some pretty heavy measures, they're likely to break again next time I bite into anything remotely hard. To give you an idea, what broke them this time was an accidental impact with the hard plastic mouthpiece of a water bottle. That's right, folks: my front teeth are weaker than plastic.
So I got the first half of an operation, which involved taking out some of the weak enamel and putting on a temporary covering that's essentially acting like a cast for my front teeth right now. This coming Monday I get to go back to the dentist to get the new laminates put on, which couldn't be done at the same time because it's a piece that has to be specially made in a lab. Meanwhile, I'm supposed to avoid biting into anything with my front teeth.
Tuesday, August 14. Nothing much, thank god. Went to work, came home, utterly failed to go to bed at a sane and sensible hour considering...
Wednesday, August 15. Got up at 5:30 again, to drive with my family into Brooklyn in order to attend the bris of my cousin's newborn son.
There are a very few things in this world that can induce me to voluntarily get out of bed before six ever, let alone for the second time in four days. This is right at the top of the list.
The baby's name is Yosef Shalom, and he is tiny and beautiful and makes the best grumpyfaces EVAR.
...And Wednesday night would be when the week caught up with me two days early, and I passed out at about nine-fifteen. My heartfelt apologies to those of you who were expecting me online.
Thursday, August 16. Met with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stakebait for lunch, which included a surprise appearance by dotsomething, and then met with bookelfe and dragged her home with me for dinner. bookelfe coined the term "Grampire", which I was unwise enough to share later. (WHY do I say things where people can hear them. WHY I ASK YOU.)
And today, it rained.
Sunday, August 12. Went to see Shakespeare in the Park. This year's offering is A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I recommend it in the heartiest terms. (Keith David as Oberon. Lots of other good stuff that I may discuss in another post appropriately cut-tagged, in case anyone doesn't want to be told about it in advance, but let me reiterate: Keith David as Oberon. Mmmmmm.)
The thing about Shakespeare in the Park is that tickets are first-come-first-served, and the line starts forming at ... okay, I don't even know when the line starts forming, but when we arrived at 6:30am, there were already over a dozen people there. Some with sleeping bags.
Yes, I said we arrived at 6:30am. I went in a carpool that left Queens at 5:30. Which is a cruel and unusual hour anytime, but especially so on Sunday.
Bottom line: I really ought to have slept in the park while in line. Because we didn't get home till nearly midnight.
Monday, August 13. Left work early and went to the dentist, to repair what I thought was two broken fillings on my front teeth and turned out to be actual broken teeth. (I always thought broken teeth were supposed to hurt. Evidently not.) Apparently my front teeth have very weak enamel, and without some pretty heavy measures, they're likely to break again next time I bite into anything remotely hard. To give you an idea, what broke them this time was an accidental impact with the hard plastic mouthpiece of a water bottle. That's right, folks: my front teeth are weaker than plastic.
So I got the first half of an operation, which involved taking out some of the weak enamel and putting on a temporary covering that's essentially acting like a cast for my front teeth right now. This coming Monday I get to go back to the dentist to get the new laminates put on, which couldn't be done at the same time because it's a piece that has to be specially made in a lab. Meanwhile, I'm supposed to avoid biting into anything with my front teeth.
Tuesday, August 14. Nothing much, thank god. Went to work, came home, utterly failed to go to bed at a sane and sensible hour considering...
Wednesday, August 15. Got up at 5:30 again, to drive with my family into Brooklyn in order to attend the bris of my cousin's newborn son.
There are a very few things in this world that can induce me to voluntarily get out of bed before six ever, let alone for the second time in four days. This is right at the top of the list.
The baby's name is Yosef Shalom, and he is tiny and beautiful and makes the best grumpyfaces EVAR.
...And Wednesday night would be when the week caught up with me two days early, and I passed out at about nine-fifteen. My heartfelt apologies to those of you who were expecting me online.
Thursday, August 16. Met with
stakebait for lunch, which included a surprise appearance by dotsomething, and then met with bookelfe and dragged her home with me for dinner. bookelfe coined the term "Grampire", which I was unwise enough to share later. (WHY do I say things where people can hear them. WHY I ASK YOU.)And today, it rained.
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Now, 30+ years is more than reasonable for a filling. What frosts me is that these were done in *perfectly healthy teeth.* See, there was a dentistry fad back then for preventively paving over naturally occurring V-grooves in molars...
So yeah, I really do feel your pain. May the coming repair end it for a long, long time.
Notes on Bridge Repair
The object of the game is to keep the rot (rust) from getting too deep into the core or weakening the walls (teeth), forcing other visits by the contractors (dentists), who always charge too much and insist on costly repeat visits. The few of us who are into frequent maintenance and regular check-ups often have fewer maintenance problems, but the rest of us live a life where the equipment gets lots of wear and tear. But none of us would change that environment for anything--a lot like living in New York.