Today I’m Thinking Out Loud about those necessary evils, like going to the dentist and jury duty — both of which fell together this past week.
Lola was being her reactive-on-leash self, growling and posturing and circling and sniffing. But we talked for a while and they both got to the point where they were doing play bows to each other.
My neighbor was ready to get them in her backyard to play, but unfortunately that was the day I had the dentist’s appointment and the potential jury duty and there just was not time.
I do think Lola seems bored. Or sad. Or depressed. Mildly, that is. It’s not like there was really that much interaction between her and Chester, but apparently there was enough to make her miss it. Or I think she misses having another dog around.
It’s amazing how we had 2 cats and 2 dogs when we moved here, and now we just have one of each, and I still feel like there’s not enough of me to go around and that I’m not doing right by the both of them.
And God forbid we should go away for the day — which we did twice last week!
He follows me around until I sit down and he can commandeer my lap. It’s both really cute and really annoying.
Lola and Gizmo duke it out midday, when I usually lay down for a bit and watch some of the Today show (which I tape because I’m a morning person and getting stuff done in the morning, so yes, I am often totally unaware of what’s going on in the world, not really insensitive).
Usually Gizmo wins.
The dentist and dental assistants keep trying to convince me that digital xrays are so much lower in radiation. And I’m sure that they are. I still don’t think it’s necessary to have xrays every year, and I refuse to do so.
Over a long life, that exposure has to add up. I haven’t had a cavity since I can’t remember when, thank goodness.
I do get dental xrays, just not every year.
And speaking of dental assistants . . .
. . . enough with the small talk! I only see you twice a year, and it seems like there’s always a new one anyway. I just want to close my eyes and semi-relax. At least they’re no longer using the water thing that seemed like waterboarding.
I imagine that it’s kind of like TSA agents, they’ve been told to be friendly, but seriously, I’m not really interested in making small talk at the dentist’s office. Which ought to be called the dentist hygienist office; I see the dentist for a grand total of 1 minute.. Thank goodness! Until that bonded front tooth falls off.
As you might have guessed, I had my teeth cleaned this week. And look, Ma, no cavities.
Don’t put me on that jury!
I was not pleased to get a summons for jury duty this week.
I’ve been lucky — this was the first one since we’ve lived here (7 years). When I lived in Austin, I was called every 3 years like clockwork. And I was always chosen as a juror, too, except the very first time (traffic court).
Anyway, this was night court. I was like okay, at least I don’t have to get someone in to watch Lola. And the trials are only supposed to last a day or two. And it happened to actually be really close to where we live — going into downtown for it is a drag.
I was also considering wearing shorts. It’s summer, after all. Except the summons specifically says you should respect the court — and not to wear shorts. Bummer. I was also considering going running first and showing up sweaty from my run. It wouldn’t be shorts; it would be a skirt! Right?!
So for night court, they give you a number to call to see if they need jurors. If they do, you’re supposed to be there at 6 pm. And you can’t begin to call until 4 pm. So I called at like 4:01. And 4:10. And 4:15. And 4:20. They hadn’t changed the message: it still said that they didn’t need any jurors for the 13th (I was called for the 20th).
Geez, what if you work? What if you have a longer drive? I was beginning to envision having to go there because no on was bothering to change the message.
Finally at 4:30 — sweet relief! No jurors needed!
I know there are people who really like jury duty. Obviously I am not one of them.
Going with the flow
Sometimes, no matter how great my idea, no matter how hard I try, I just cannot get my idea across. Or at least I don’t think I’ve done a good job. I know what I want to say, I guess, but not how to word it.
And then there are times, like yesterday’s post, when the words just seem to flow, you just know you’re conveying exactly what you want to, and you are validated when readers get it — and comment on it!
It’s been a busy week, and I had no idea what I was going to write about yesterday. And yet I managed to write a good post, including creating the header graphic, in about 30 minutes.
Why can’t every day be like that?
Speak to me, peeps. Answer a question in the comments or let me know what you’re thinking out loud this Thursday:
Do you like being called for jury duty?
Have you ever served on a jury?
How long would your furkids lay on you if you let them?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: