My Gums Like It

What an exciting way to spend the first real day of retirement, getting my teeth cleaned. As the hygienist worked she kept saying that I had great tissue response. I wondered if that meant that my tissues were obediently bouncing their little knees up in reflex when she hit them with her rather pointy dental tool. Apparently the pockets are not nearly as deep as they were the last time she did my teeth. Unlike when referring to money, deep pockets are not good things. "Retirement looks good on you," she said. I'm so glad my teeth and gums are happy about it.

I now have a picture of the tool rest I made for Richard's lathe. I went back to try to put it in the appropriate entry but couldn't figure out how to do it so I'll post it here.

I'd be a liar if I said there wasn't anything I didn't miss about the first day back at school. I missed seeing my colleagues and finding out what happened with their lives during the summer. That's about it.

Tonight we helped to fold newsletters for the cycling club and then sat around and talked. I found myself looking at the clock fairly frequently. I wondered what was up with that and decided that before, when I have folded newsletters, it has usually been on a school night and there has always been the weighing of what I needed to do for the next day with the enjoyment of the conversation. Old habits die hard. Once I figured that out I quit looking at the clock. I'm not missing typing names and ID numbers into class lists or trying to plan my courses for the semester.

Tomorrow promises to be another day of new experiences. I'll have to really be diligent about school zones starting next week. I'm used to just blowing through them because I'm hardly ever driving when they're in force.

The adventure continues.