K has been having a wisdom tooth issue. They're supposed to come in around age 18; she's very soon to be 21 and hasn't seen anything of them until last week. Some swelling and signs of possible infection, paired with the fact that she has a very small jaw, made us call the dentist for a checkup. Someone more knowledgeable than me should be keeping an eye on this!
Obviously, she can handle a dentist appointment on her own, but this one could turn into a referral to a dental surgeon, so she asked me to go with her. I did so, and sat in an admittedly comfy chair in the waiting room suffering immensely through a Hallmark™ Christmas in July movie marathon. The staff refused to mute it, because apparently their only way to keep HIPPA is to have a tv blasting in the waiting room so people's appointments (just around the corner) can't be heard.
Doors are technology they can only dream of, it seems.
You'll be happy to know that the sad, media-savvy widow managed to Save the lonely cattle rancher's land just before Christmas. I know I was very relieved to hear it. There was some styrofoam snow involved at some point.
Checkup went well, no signs of lingering infection around that one tooth and it's on track to come in straight. Two others are probably going to casue problems, but that's for future us to deal with.
On to Lowe's where we needed to pick up heavy bags of salt for the water softener. "Can we," she said, batting her eyes as cutely as possible, "look at the plants???!!?"
Unwisely, I agreed. (@rederiswrites because I can't say no?)
I love plants, I do, but my general (farmer's) feeling is that they belong outside, unless you are overwintering a tender perennial inside. My family members disagree. We wandered through the outside area, admiring variegated leaves, colorful blossoms, ok time to go inside and get that salt, now.
Just inside the door was an insidious display of smaller plants, succulents, African violets, etc. Iron filings, meet magnet. As K swooped at the display, I noticed a 60ish woman with iron gray hair and a scowl on the other side of it. "mumbly-mumble too wet!" she said, seemingly to herself. "Oh, are you judging their plantcare, too?!" K happily replied.
""YES!" snapped the woman, and brandished an African violet fiercely.
"Oh, that's awful, it's dripping," said K.
Instantly best friends, they spent about twenty minutes very happily Talking Plants. I went and got salt on my own. Don't interrupt the plant people.
There are three new plants in my house, now, including one small lithops.