Wednesday, November 13, 2013

It's chilly in Texas...

I'm not upset about that, really; though it was a little painful getting out of bed this morning because I slept in my underwear and it was chilly in our bedroom.  It was tempting to stay snuggled up next to the dogs and tucked under the covers.

I have a dentist appointment at 8:30 on Friday.  The issue I had that prompted me to make the appointment is no longer bothering me.  However, I think I'm going to keep the appointment anyway, because I want to get a pre-authorization for the other crown I'm going to need.  It's no guarantee that MetLife Dental will cover my benefits, but at least I will have done what I'm supposed to do.  Plus, my gums have been a bit annoying lately.  That could be for psychological reasons, though.  All this dental drama has caused me to be even more obsessive about my teeth.  Of course, since I'm 41, it could be that my gums are starting to recede.  Joy.

It's probably bad that I studied public health, because I am aware of all the health issues that come up when you hit middle age.  On the other hand, I hate going to the doctor and have to be about dead to go.  I have less of a problem with dentists, obviously.  I fear that when I finally do see a doctor, I will be prompted to get all the screenings I never get.

Bill and I made reservations at a new French restaurant for our anniversary on Saturday.  The people who own it are from France and have quietly been making a name for themselves.  I have read reviews and seen photos and I think we may be in for a treat.  Bill loves French food.  I like it too.  Their Web site has been down for the past couple of days, or I would link to it from here.  This is the first time since 2009 that we haven't gone away for our anniversary.  I'm kind of bummed about that, but hopefully we'll have something in the works soon.

Last night, I found out that two people I used to know died in 2011.  One was a teacher/school administrator I knew when I lived in Armenia.  He and his wife were from New Mexico and were very nice people.  I used to talk to them often; they ran the international school, which provided education to all the expat kids.  I remember one time, he tried to teach me how to dance and said I had natural rhythm.  I may have natural rhythm, but I'm not all that coordinated.

The other was the minister of our church when we moved to the town I grew up in back in 1980.  He was our minister for several years until he moved on. He was a very good minister, though I didn't appreciate him at the time.  He was from North Carolina and actually lived not far from where we were living when we were in North Carolina. And he had a son my age, too.  I was sad to read about his death because I remember him to be a very engaging and gifted pastor.  I'm sorry for his family's loss.

And finally, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, today I announced on Facebook that I am grateful for kinky people.  Several folks agreed, leading me to believe that a lot of us are naughtier than we appear.  As this anniversary coming up is #11, the gift is supposed to be steel.  I have already given Bill handcuffs, though, so he's getting gourmet coffee from Jamaica.  I actually gave it to him last night.  One of my friends said I should give him a "steel buttplug".  Not sure those actually exist.  If they did, I wouldn't want one used on me.  Maybe I'll write him a kinky porn story instead.  I do still have that story I started a few months ago and have hidden on a private blog that no one (including me) sees.  Bill started reading it and it passed the erection test.

I used to be a lot better at writing kinky stuff.  But then, I was alone a lot of the time and surrounded by college students.  Now that I'm firmly ensconced in domestic bliss, it's harder to mine my fertile imagination for titillating works of fiction.

Anyway, I guess I'll get on with the business of the day.

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