Dispatches

It’s Wednesday, meaning it’s Dispatches Day. You know you woke up wondering what I’d write today. (OK, you didn’t. But sometimes, I like to think you did. Because I base my self-worth on how many people read this blog. OK, that’s not true either. If if were, I think I’d be kind of sad.) Anyway, enough with my parenthetical rambling, let’s get on with the show!

• Yesterday, I went to the dentist to have a filling repaired. First off, I have like maybe 2 fillings in my entire mouth. I simply haven’t had very many cavities and not big ones at that. Well, this filling had an air pocket, meaning air got in and there was some decay trapped under the filling. So, my dentist bravely decided to go in and fix it. The experience wasn’t that bad, but it left me wondering with why dentists feel the need to ask you questions when they’re doing your dental work. I mean, there you are, in the dentist’s chair, practically standing on your head and he has at least two instruments in your mouth and things to keep your mouth open and cotton and the assistant also has instruments in your mouth. It’s not like you could actually say anything in response with all that going on. So, you’re stuck there trying to answer or at least acknowledge they’ve been talking to you and you can’t really do anything. I hate awkward, and this just seems to invite it!

• Speaking of the dentist, he seemed to enjoy making my mouth and face go numb. He either really pumped me full of the deadening stuff (which is good) or I really take to it well, because I got the shots around 4:25 p.m. and feeling didn’t fully return until after 8 p.m.

• You know you look as bad as you feel when you go to the grocery store and the bag boy’s parting words to you are, “You go home and get to feeling better.” Yeah. Ego booster.

• Seeing that my face was still sort of numb after the dentist and still that way after my trip to the grocery store, I decided to give my brother a call. I thought he would enjoy my slight inability to say the letter “s.” So, for his enjoyment, I used a lot of “s”-words in the conversation. (And, no, Sean Connery from SNL, that’s not SWORDS.)

• My parents came through town on Monday on their way to a vacation in the Smokey Mountains. They wanted to have dinner with me and wanted to eat out. Wanting to take them somewhere uniquely Nashville, I chose the Loveless Cafe. My dad LOVED it. My mom wants to go back. We bought jellies and preserves (they have peach preserves. I heart peach preserves.) It may have been a bit over priced, but it’s fun. And I plan on going back sometime soon, even if it does take 3-and-a-half-years to get there.

• Speaking of jellies and jams, my issues with jellies are right up there with my issues with fruit. I don’t like a lot of jellies. I won’t eat grape jelly and don’t like it. Never have. (I also don’t eat PB&J, but that’s a whole other story.) I don’t like strawberry jelly; too many seeds. I like blackberry jelly, but again, there are seed issues. Basically, I like jellies you can’t buy at the store. Things like plum jelly (me and all the 80-year-olds enjoy this treat) and peach jelly (which is in stores, but nowhere as good as the jelly my Grandma Polly used to make for me and give me each Christmas). So finding peach preserves that were AMAZING made my day. My mom also assured me that she is making peach jelly this year. I can’t wait!

• I have come into possession of a book called “Where to Eat in Nashville.” There’s a top 100 list. I think we should work through that list. It could be fun. And we could all end up fat and happy.

• I haven’t done laundry since last week sometime. It’s going to be bad when I finally have the time to do it. And then I’ll have to fold it all. Does anyone want to earn a little extra money?

Well, after a bad day yesterday seemingly across the board, I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday. 🙂