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   crown for a wisdom tooth
Wednesday, August 18 2021
I had a dental appointment to install a crown atop the shattered remains of my top right wisdom tooth, and, because Gretchen had taken the Bolt, I was forced to drive the Subaru to my appointment. That would've been fine, but of course Gretchen (who had driven the Subaru to Dutchess County and back yesterday) had used all the gas, leaving me with a car having an icon of a gas pump lit up in bright orange on its dashboard. It wasn't clear whether this light had just come on or if Gretchen had crossed the Hudson with it blazing away. I'm a worrier by nature, so of course for the whole drive to the dental office (just beyond the Hurley Ridge Hannaford) I kept thinking about what I'd do if the gas ran out at the location I was then at. I'd brought Ramona, of course (Neville was at the bookstore), and that contributed to my anxiety. But when I was within easy walking distance of the Stewarts at the corner of Route 28 and Zena Road, I could finally relax.
The dentist was running a bit behind, but when he got to me, he worked at his usual rapid pace. Being so close to the jaw joint, a wisdom tooth has maximal effect on bite, and initially the new crown felt like it was an eighth of an inch too tall, but the dentist soon whittled it down enough that I had a proper bite. Originally the plan was to also zap the root of my punk rock incisor with a laser beam to kill the civilization of microbes that seem to be living in there, but he didn't have enough time.
This evening before Gretchen got back from the bookstore, I cooked up some shell-shaped pasta with mushrooms, tofu, and onions and made a side of cauliflower in the microwave. When Gretchen got home, I had her make a "cheese" sauce, since she has some powdered product for this, and I don't even know where she keeps it.

This evening, the three of us who lost our Mercy For Animals tech jobs back on June 14th, 2018 got together remotely for a diaspora happy hour. These days, both Allison and Dan live in Florida, and the fact that it's now a major world Covid-19 hotspot was an initial topic of bemused discussion. Other topics included how to maintain a long term relationship without your partner hating you and the horrible zoos one can find in smaller Chinese cities. Allison's new boyfriend Mike is living with her these days, and he was just off-screen during the entire happy hour. Oscar, on the other hand, kept wandering into the frame with me and jumping into my lap, where I would then brush him and add to the hairball I've been adding to for months. (It is now 3.75 inches in diameter.)


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