Slightly More Interesting Than a Bug

I spent forty minutes of my morning at the dentist. I’ve had the same hygienist for the last five years; that’s long enough for her to know what size toothbrush I prefer in my goodie bag. And she usually has all-around satisfactory news for me.

“You’re doing a great job brushing.”

Makes me feel like a Kindergartner earning a gold star, but I’ll take it.

When I got back, Crackers was already chasing a fly. I’m guessing this was about the most exciting event in her day. Then I let her find a garden spider in the window which she studied for some time. I don’t know, but I’m thinking I probably couldn’t last long as a cat.

Meanwhile, I got busy continuing my quest to throw-out/give-away as much as possible before the month is out. A little more interesting than chasing flies. Maybe.

While waiting for three o’clock to roll around in the pick-up station, I heard the other 2nd grade class singing their end-of-the-day verses.

“Today is Thursday, today is Thursday, yesterday was Wednesday, tomorrow is Friday. Oh, what fun. Oh, what fun.”

I listened from my usual corner in the hall against the brick wall reading up on another chapter of Branch Rickey’s autobiography. Sometimes it’s just easier to digest some warmed-over literature in lieu of weather chit-chat with other moms in jogging uniforms.

Several minutes later Puck dutifully led his class through the hallway to the gym, smiling with regulated calm as he passed me. After twelve days he’s already feeling like an old pro.

Puck engaged an entire box of Goldfish mac ‘n cheese (sans the cheese) for dinner – somehow still hungry, even with three additional side dishes – over “Castaway Cowboy,” a slightly comic 1974 Disney release about a Hawaiian cattle ranch. Gave Puck some laughs anyway.

Ah, game time. It arrives almost daily, usually in the form of a seven o’clock hour. It’s like my own version of coffee. Have to have it every day, or I don’t know what to do with myself.