Birthdays, Belchs and Brams

I wax nostalgic about my Humanling's 14th birthday today.  And then, the winds of Sailor Belch bring me tidings from the recliner as she watches Spongebob.  Her burps aren't getting more superior with age....she's been able to do that since she was like four.

That's funny...when I sat down I had a whole flow of things to say.  And in the time that I've been sitting here I've gotten up to help pick up her meds which went all over the floor, throw the toys for the cats a few times and implore her to brush her hair before we go to pick up my mother, the Gangsta. 

I also took my meds.  I am currently enjoying a voluptuous pink pill that told  me to call it, Amoxicillin.  This goes with the continuation of a root canal that I started on December 31st.  We all took a break for the new year and then I sandwiched the other side of it on the 2nd with the finale.  I walked in there all thinking, Ha.....the worst is over.  He's just going to remove the temporary filling and put in a permanent one.  I hope my odds this year of being wrong end here.

What really happened was that I was in denial.  I couldn't imagine anyone touching the tooth again, especially to go back inside of it and have a reunion.  The digging, the scraping....no amount of novocaine was enough.  Short of becoming a junkie, many needle holes in my gums, and the dentist's bewildered face every time I jumped after yet another application, I finally decided to deal with it as best as I could.  

Then a diversion.  With his rubber gloved hand, the dentist cradled my chin in his hands to continue his work.  The touch was gentle and sent my mind wondering.....I was in a three year relationship.  When is the last time I recall anyone creating such a gesture?  I don't recall it at all with Flip.  He wasn't like that.  What passed for caressing my hair for a few seconds was really him getting my hair away from his face.  He hated hair near his face.   And no, my dentist is not um.....hot.  He is a super awesome dude, who I trust implicitly with my teeth.  And who is a good looking, married man.  But it isn't like that!  Let me weep a moment for myself for the lack of chin cradles and then open a booth to hand them out.

This is my year of If Not Not, When?  I love it.  It's terribly cliche but it is 100% true.  I've signed up for supplemental yoga classes.  A meditation class.  A writer's circle.  These are all at my town's library.  Why not get to know the community better and like-minded people?  

I have also reached out to a local sanctuary farm to see what they need in the way of volunteers.  Humanling can join me next year at age 15.  

The thing that I really need to do is that O word.........organize!!!!  I need to get together my writings, decide how many volumes of poetry they shall make and then self publish.  A snap, right?

Speaking of farms, I seem to dislike my own animals during the wee hours before waking up.  Five animals in one room at night is proving to me that I need headphones that can block out an explosion.  The cats weren't too bad.  There are three guinea pigs.....two cages.  All male.  Two of them arrived together.  One chases the other and likes to go on a dominance spree.  He did this from 5am to about 7am this morning.  The squealing war cries, the circling around the cage, the banging into the water bottle over and over.....I got out of bed at least six times to knock on the cage to subdue them, to feed them (twice), to give them fresh water....anything that might detract from the bullying situation.  They aren't always like that.  Not constantly for hours.  Eventually I took their shallow swimming pool and took the antagonist out, with a hideaway hut and some hay and put him in there to leave the other dude alone.  Eventually he calmed down after I lay there telling myself that maybe sleep isn't in the cards this morning, as he shredded newspaper in decibels the volume of an aircraft carrier.  

And I begrudgingly admit, I am still reading Dracula.  I have been reading Dracula since about October.  While it hasn't been the only book I've been reading (along with magazines and newspapers), I should have finished it by now.  I think the tiny print and 1800s lingo slows me down a tad but it is really one of the most intriguing stories that I've read in a long time.  Really good vampire stories do that for me.  It's only fitting that Bram Stoker should sit alongside Anne Rice.  Make that early Anne Rice.  Anything after Queen of the Damned is probably meh.  Possibly including Queen of the Damned.  I should create a raspberry filled muffin and name it the Bran Stoker!  Hardy har har.

It is time for me to reiterate for the 12th time for the Humanling to brush the knot out of her hair.  I'd like to be back relatively soon today from our driving adventures.  And as long as the knot lives, we do not leave the house.

Stop it.  It's Knot funny.