There’s a gorgeous sunset tonight. From here I can just see the sky turning a deeper and deeper pink behind the black silloutes of the firs across the street. If I knew I could catch it (and if I wasn’t already in my pj’s), I’d hop in the car and head over to Golden Gardens for a lengthy glimpse.
Today began with a nap, a perfect way to kick off a Sunday. And after a second waking, we headed down to Carkeek for a long walk in the hot sun. I let Petey bounce around in the creek a little. It doesn’t take much for his puppiness to come out. But all good things must come to an end. And for Petey, a perfectly good day concluded with a bath.
Two days have passed since I was last at work and I haven’t written a thing (save for this oh-so-boring post). I need more time. And I think I’m going to take it. There’s still about five weeks before school starts again, no real reason I shouldn’t take vacation. So I’m thinking about a week off. But I get kind of antsy about having that much time off without anything being planned. But if I promise myself that I’ll write–really set some goals–I just might set myself up for a relaxing yet productive week. How cool could that be?
But (and isn’t there always a but?)…here’s the thing: I’m still not sure about the whole Wisdom Teeth Saga. My insurance will pay for the surgery, sure, but they won’t pay for the anesthetic (yes, I know it’s ridiculous and yes, I’ve checked to make sure this is true and no, I don’t know what the logic is behind it). So rather than forking over nearly a thousand bucks just so I can be put to sleep for thirty minutes, I just might choose to pretend this whole thing never happened, that these extra teeth in my mouth don’t really exist.
Now I know what you’re thinking: Why not just get some laughing gas or Valium? Sure, it would save me quite a few duckets and allow me to get the whole thing over with in the next few weeks. But, well, I guess I’m just a little bit uneasy about having someone digging around in the bones my mouth while I’m awake. And there’s this nerve. Did I tell you about the nerve? The doc’s afraid he might–just might–damage it. And if that happens I’ll loose the feeling in my chin. It’s not too important to me that I have feeling in my chin. What kinds of things do I need to feel there? Hot soup? So I’m not worried about that. What I am worried about is the possibility of having a nerve damaged while I’m awake. Just doesn’t appeal to me.
So there’s this whole conundrum: have teeth removed during break, take time off so I can hang out chipmunk-cheeked and sad (and possibly numb-chinned) or forget about my teeth and take a week off to write.
I’m leaning towards the latter.