Iffy Thursday

There I was at the dentists office, running a little late , but hoping not TOO late because then I get cancelled and charged for the visit any way. Hate the dentist chair almost as much as the visit to the  hair salon, (nothing personal Miss Maryann- you know how I hate my hair .) The quest for pearly whites and preservation of the teeth left in my mouth motivate me to suffer the indignity of a strangers fingers in my mouth while they have expectations of verbal responses between gagging and twinges of pain inflicted by pointy instruments jammer betwixt the gum line every few seconds... and I subject myself to this voluntarily bi-yearly.

The morning started  a little 'iffy' with a dash out to the curb with the trash cans , trying to beat the dump truck driver speeding up the street at warp speed at nearly dawn and finding myself, again, in questionable attire out in the public eye. I was not to be deterred though. After seeing the amount of trash that one person has generated over a week was very disturbing and the evidence needed to be dispatched as soon as possible. I actually mixed the trash with some recycle to avoid dragging out a second trash can. Go ahead, fine me So. Cal.

Success achieved at the curb , along with the smile-nod from dump truck driver...we've danced this dance before and I think I was wearing the same costume today...my "usual"- no pants .

On the way back up the walk of shame to the house, I see a little black square on the walkway which I discover is the remote lock to the Expedition. It's totally broken off the car key after what was expected to be a fairly permanent fix 2 months ago when the same problem occurred. Very relieved to have found it waiting right there on the  walk for me and ecstatic that Mr. Sticky fingers didn't find it before me and riffle through my car again. (still waiting for that police report Corona PD).  Not sure what to do with it now but not having it attached to the key caused a few problems last go around when it broke off and I awaited repair. I set is securely in the house on the desk to await its fate. .  . hope it doesn't run off again!

So now I've arrived at the dentists office. As I leave the car my left sandal  falls off . Kicked it under the car when I got out and had to retrieve it from under the car with an umbrella kept around for such rainy day problems. Successfully skip around the nearby mud  with my bare foot but step on somebody's lost ketchup packet and this really grosses me out. De-slime my foot on the patch of dying grass , noting that ketchup really does look like blood and put an extra beat in my heart, and high tail it to the awaiting dental hygienist and my kindly dentist who has known me since I was a child- and I wonder what will I do if he ever retires ? They are all tsks and understanding as I apologize for my tardiness and allow me to disinfect the splatter bits of ketchup on the toes with their hand sanitizer and paper towels, but I still had to suffer the x-rays with the uncomfortable mouth gear that accompanies that.

After an hour, I am done, heading back to the car with my plastic baggie of rewards and incentives to floss more often in the next 6 months. Another toothbrush to add to my collection. I almost have a full rainbow of colored handles that I use for guests who have forgotten that essential item. Finishing the collection colors is almost reason enough to visit the dentist. ALMOST.

As my Expedition comes into view,  I see with dismay that my white sweatshirt jacket has escaped the mess of the car interior and is now laying abandoned and alone in the gutter.  Picking it up, I feel like a hot mess but at least now I have slick white teeth. Another item to add to the growing pile of whites awaiting attention at home. It's only 9 a.m. and I'm wondering if I should venture out again. I had planned a little bike ride but at this rate, I'm going to stay in for a bit and see if its safe or not.

I may take to my bed and try "horizontal running but don't sign me up for cardio" while the fan blows on me and motivational music plays. Let's just call this Iffy Thursday!