Shirlee: saved and lost and found again more times than I can say! I have some on Green Lantern that I can't share because the original websites are gone. Funny though: I'm a keeper, a saver, a rehabber -- of life, people, things. And yet in no way can I relate at all to the fear of the other party: fear of change, fear of the new, fear of the unknown. Don't know exactly how that got cobbled together in one soul, lol!
I ALSO don't think that the *leadership* -- the movers and the shakers of the rePublican party are in any way actually conservative. They, in fact, wish to destroy the free man and his options -- the enslavify and own everyone "below" themselves. They are simply aware that the cohort that they depend on to keep power is afraid, terrified in fact, of what's new, so that's the way they play it.
Took quintuple doses of D yesterday, and double pain meds before bed. Slept pretty well, and the jaw/ear "discomfort" is receding noticeably. Think I can skip the town trip (though I need to remember I'm out of C and CoQ10)(for reasons I don't know, CoQ10 is *especially* helpful with tooth pain. Can't begin to tell you how many times I've gotten through a tooth ache simply by breaking and applying the orange goop to said tooth for a couple of days).
LONG tooth story. My mom had all her teeth removed when she was about 37. I was young enough and old to enough to be horrified/impressed by the gawdawful pain and trubble she went through. The kids seemed to have split between getting my dad's great teeth, or my mom's awful ones (same between MY kids. . . . )(at six and four, first dentist visit: the elder -- perfect teeth, the younger, four cavities. Dentist said the little's teeth were like chalk.) Not wishing to go down my mum's path, I was boringly tooth conscious -- dental appts, cleaning, flossing, etc. It didn't help a whole lot. In my mid forties, it reached crisis point: teeth were breaking off at gum level, every filling I had had been replaced three or four or five times, gum problems. Was offered: full extractions/dentures. A Z-bar cemented to the back of all teeth to keep them stable -- estimated life 5/10 years, or: the whole megillah -- total caps. Estimated life, 20 years. We voted for the last, took out a second loan on the house, and went for it.
Just under twenty years later, the caps began to break. And then come out completely. Luckily for me, as I had no money or insurance at that point, it was back pieces (one came out with the whole molar and inch root still glued into the cap/bridge). At the twenty three year mark, the rest began to wobble. Checked into the dental establishment to be told, a total extraction (all remaining roots, plus dentures. OR, top end, implants with teeth attached. The first about $10,000 the latter, $70,000. Neither of which were remotely possible $-wise. I asked if it wasn't possible just to fit dentures over the bare gums with the tooth roots in place (which were and are not bothering me for the most part), and was told absolutely not -- the roots had to come out! Or I was doomed to be U-G-L-Y. . . .
I began to look into what it would take to make your *own* dentures. . . . And yes, it's been done. . . . Finally found, on eBay, some *cosmetic* only dentures (not intended to be used: only for show, lol! for $99. Invested a couple hundred, and have been mostly good to go.
Until a month ago, during the power outage. One night, I left the uppers on the desk next to the non-working computer. Next day: gone. Only explanation I can come up with is mouses. Don't laugh. When the lights came on again, checked eBay. The company was gone, and no equivalency. Had found the previous time that anything purporting to be REAL dentures was disappeared (evidently the ADA doesn't approve of people getting/having teeth without paying *them*). THIS time, ordered from a guy in London, England. Advertising them as "joke teeth" for aquariums. . . . They looked real to me, and I took a chance. . . Took them a month to arrive. And a bit too far back in my mouth, so cut off the back, and got used to the roof piece which was missing from my last ones.
So what, you ask (if you're still reading, lol!), did I do for the five weeks with NO teeth? Well. . . . I found the temps the dentist had given me bacl, along with the plaster casts of my mouth at 45. The uppers had gotten destroyed in removing them for the permanent ones. The lowers however were there, intact. Sort of like dentures without the pink holding stuff. So. You run a line of Poligrip along the tops, insert, and pray. Found it'd hold for about four/five hours. Even took a picture of the lowers masquerading as uppers and posted it on facebook, and waited for a comment. Now I *know* friends is friends, but got a lot of comments on my hair, none on the teeth. . . . Nor did I detect any odd looks at the store, pharmacy or doctor's office (and believe me, my radar was on HIGH). On the whole, NOT something I'd like go through often (Ah, Vanity, thy name is. . . .), but done. Now looking for a backup. The guy I got these from doesn't currently have more for sale, but I'm keeping an eye out. F- YOU ADA!!!! (And the horse you rode in on. . . .)
Oh, Puddle--so in addition to dealing with a power outage + computer problems you have been dealing with tooth imp problems. You are one brave, inventive, patient woman--a model for all of us.
Totally packed and ready to go whenever Miss Brenda arrives tomorrow morning. Thanks mainly to my handy helper who was here today--she is a sweetie. Looking forward to the journey and seeing the gang at The Rock. We will be missing some because schools are starting early---and the Teacher in Kansas and the Students in Michigan--all ages are starting this week. Will miss them, but plan to have a happy and relaxed time anyway. The on little one--my almost 3 year old ggdaughter--will get her share of spoiling--as if she hasn't already!!!
Whole family stuff for big families gets more and more difficult over the years. . . . By the time my mom died at 81, she had 42 grandchildren. . . . I think she hadn't any gg's at that point. Now, a slew of 'em. Enjoy yours! And your trip and family. AND the nest at the Rock.
Phil on Facebook? Well, bless his heart, as the Texans say. He will do well there. I miss his stories about Iowa farming--and his practical take on most things.
Thanks for the good travel wishes.Brenda is toting internet connection tools to let us catch up here. Yes we are finding that as the young'uns grow into adults and start their own lives, families etc. they move away to get jobs, go to school,etc. But we are lucky to have a family website to pass along tales, photos, news and stay connected.
Off to bed with meds and a book--Brenda arrives at 9:30 to truck stuff down to the Camry--early for me. Going on vacation--I can be ready anytime!
Just when I think I've heard all your stories, puddle, up you come with a whole new topic and I'm speechless and humbled by your creativity and good old fashioned problem solving.
Work got interesting today when our server when down. Picture people with books to check out and us writing down their names and the titles longhand. Ha! Very old school. I had to go get our Library Director out of the meeting with the Trustees to fix the server ... and they were discussing our salaries for the coming year. Heh.
GREAT news on the loved ones front! Brother-in-law Andy, who had prostate cancer surgery last week, got his path lab report today and it's excellent! The tumor was encapsulated and they got it all. No sign of anything left at all!
Funny how much teeth affect us. How central they are to our mental health. I had a co-camp-counselor who'd had hers out when she was 14, and the dentures were pretty unattractive. Still, at 19, you don't guess they're false til you're told. She was naturally gregarious, and those teeth made her very inverted. When I saw her again, twenty years later, she still had 'em, and she was nearly a hermit.
I hesitated to talk about the dang things, even here. I did have to make one trip to the store with nothing (before I discovered the box with the old dental stuff in it) while the lights were still out (needed ice). Now, there are lots of peeps around here with seriously awful teeth that one *might* have gotten away with it. . . . Not me. When I told John about my mice tookem theory, I got a grin. An attempted conceal that failed. Prolly actually grew my soul a meter or two, but not wanting to repeat the experience much.
BTW, my mother had false teeth from as far back as I can recall. She had false uppers, and just one molar as her lowers. She never got the money together to have that last tooth pulled and lowers made. So she just cut her food up small with a knife and got by with the one lower molar.
I wish I'd had the bucks to get her a beautiful set of teeth. And I wish I could have sent her to art school.
Thought about that, but no. He was out, brought him in, removed the teeth and we both went up to bed. Teeth were gone when I came down with the Goobey to let him out in the a.m. I had made it a practice to take 'em out and leave them on the desk, because if I wore them up to bed, sometime in the middle of the night, I'd take them out and put them on the bedside stand. And once before, when I did that, found them on the floor. I think the mousies are attracted to the peppermint in the stickum. And there *were* mouse droppings on the desk top that morning (seldom to never are). I might have thought pack rat, but having had ONE rat since I lived here, their habits and droppings don't much resemble that of the mice: you are VERY aware when you have a rat!
Hope Shirlee's enjoying her travels, and that the car stays steady and reliable for her.
Goob enjoyed another under porch encounter today. Let him stay a good while. He likes the getting in, but is not so fond of the situation once't he's there, lol! I have a hard time believing this increasingly huge dog can make it through some of the spaces I KNOW he has ('cause the cable's right there as evidence). The last one I closed was less than 8 X 12 inches. . . . Today's looked even smaller.
My SIL Shirley (obviously no relation to *our* Shirlee!) revealed herself today to be a climate denier. Don't know why I'm surprised. Doesn't it *bother* peeps to simply parrot stuff? Would me, no matter WHO's stuff it was.
This is Brenda -- Shirlee's daughter. We made it to Kingsport TN safe and sound. Shirlee or ShirMur as we call her is fine and resting on the bed. Wine and Dinner have been consumed.
We had a great drive through the beautiful mountains. Looking forward to the rest of the vacay!!
We'll keep you posted on the journey!
Shirlee says hi to all and the behave, stay out of trouble and keep the repubs at bay!!!
hi Brenda! hope you and your Mom smooth travels and a lovely vacation!
thanks for the heads-up on Ezra's piece, puddle. I more often than not respect his opinion but I take issue with his conclusions, to quote:
"...But if Obama loses, Republicans will have won the presidency with a mandate to enact a deeply conservative agenda. Left to his own devices, Romney might have been a relatively pragmatic and cautious president. Instead, the Obama administration’s three-year effort to enshrine the Ryan budget at the heart of the Republican Party would prove to have been a crucial push toward enacting that budget into law."
Mitt is in the thrall of the likes of the Koch Bros and Company and is never going to be allowed to be cautious nor pragmatic. whether Obama and team pushed Ryan or not, he's their man and from what I've seen so far he's going to rally the base but has also gotten the dems fired up and the indies are going to run away from R&R as fast as they can.
it's been what, a week and he's tanking already. his true colors are coming to light and his nomination did nothing to overshadow the tax questions, it just made them come more fast and furious! even the pundits are starting to push back when they spew their lies. jmho. ;)
I hear ya puddle - I was thinking the same thing today as I ran across a few that are getting nutso. I have been deleting the extremes as I come across them - it's amazing how much some have changed since high school! but as the election gets closer I feel the need to try to stay out of cententious conversations but to pay attention to them - it's always good to have a heads-up on the latest talking point, etc. but I imagine that I will tire of it soon enough as things really heat up and then I'll remove myself from the flow of toxicity!
Got into the upper forties overnight, is just now hitting 70º! And I didn't sleep at all well. So me and Beau went back to bed at 11 (*his* urging, lol! -- must have kept him awake with all the tossing and turning). HATE to waste good sleeping weather!!
Hoping Shirlee doesn't over do it -- still a lot of this vacation to enjoy!
Last evening, Bill and I went to the calling hours for Lil Desso (who ran the general store here for 30 years). There was a line to get in. Despite there being no body laid out, it felt like a “lying in state” event. There were photo albums and framed photos, and more vases of flowers than I’ve ever seen at a wake before, even including one from her high school. When we went through the line and spoke with her dear husband, Gerry Desso, he remembered us right away, looked at me and said, “Your letters meant so much to Lil!” Then he hugged me...four times! :-) We didn’t stay long, so that we could get back to Burlington and have dinner with youngest and his bride, at American Flatbread.
This morning, we went to the brick church on the green in Jericho Center for Lil’s service. I can’t remember the last time we had such perfect weather: a blue sky day, high of 75F and humidity just 38%. The service was called a funeral, but as there was no body (or even an urn) there, it was really a memorial service. The church was packed to the gills, and we saw a lot of people we know such as Sue (whose house we rented when we first moved here); we thanked her for being the person who first told us about Desso’s! As expected by the venue, it was a little bit tinged with fundy theology, but as there was no fire and brimstone and no altar call, we did fine. :-) The pianist did a lovely job with the music, especially the worthy medley of hymns and songs played as the prelude. The sung hymns were Amazing Grace and The Old Rugged Cross. (I have since asked my offspring NOT to use the latter when my turn comes. Ha!) The pastor did a fine job of meshing gentleness and humour, and the eulogies written by Lil’s granddaughter and daughter were *gorgeously* expressed. If those two eulogies were all the service had consisted of, it would have been enough. But several folks from town also said a few words, the last being Tracy Campbell Pearson, who told about how she became inspired to write the children's picture book The Storekeeper in honour of Lil. She said she had known for some time that there was a book about Desso’s that she needed to write and illustrate. Then one night when she was pregnant and awake at 4am, she looked across the green and saw Lil’s light come on, and that’s when she knew the book needed to be not about the store, but about Lil. The service was followed by a meal downstairs, but I had to get to work, as a coworker was covering for me until I could get there, so we spoke with a couple of friends and headed out.
I always learn something new about a person when I attend their memorial service. What I hadn’t realised is that when we met Lil she was only about 38 years old. She became the owner of Desso’s at age 22 and, except for an occasional short vacation, she worked 18 hour days, 7 days a week, for 30 years...!! When she retired from being a storekeeper, at age 52, she went on to help children at a school nearby.
There is one thing more. We were trying, at first, to save a seat for two friends, but as it was now 10 minutes before the service was to begin and they hadn’t come yet, we could see that holding a prime seat wouldn’t last much longer. At that point I saw Willy and Bob arrive. Willy works with me at the polls several times a year, is older than Lil, and has been battling cancer for at least three years. She arrived wearing a headscarf, as she’s been doing chemo treatments again. So, rather than have her sit on one of the hard chairs at the back, we offered for them to share our cushioned pew. As we waited for the service to start, Willy leaned over and asked me if I would be willing to stand for Justice of the Peace in town, as she and Bob need to retire from it. Apparently my name has been considered for some time. Willy’s understanding was that I had been asked previously and had declined. I don’t recall that, but it may be true. I recall being asked if I wanted to become a Notary again and declining that. I asked what the job entails, and in the end I said I would be willing. The Primary is the 28th and it may already be too late to add a name to the ballot. But it was nice to be asked and it certainly added something to my experience of being present at the service for Lil Desso, who did so very much for this community, and be asked to serve the community. What’s more, Willy and Bob have served the community for many years as well. It feels good to be so trusted in town!
Thank you, listener, for the description of the service. Beautifully written.
I just checked a headline on USA Today and the following blog comments. As you'd expect there are the Obama trashers, but also, thank you, the defenders putting forth evidence and reason. Dear Heaven, are we the dumbest people on the planet? I am appalled, distressed at the lies people believe, at the lies spoken and written by Ryan, Romney, and the Republicans. And, too many citizens are pleased with the lies, have accepted them as truth. It's disgraceful.
George W. Bush won't even be at the Republican convention. The GOP are glad to disappear him. However, Rove, Norquist, and others are very prominent in organizing this election. Yuck.
Well, the point was I'm glad not to be on a totally political blog. I think in the last years of the Dean blog, it felt like a food fight, a waste of time. Do I want to be around stupid, prejudiced, mean minded people in delusion? No.
I read the Bhagavad Gita, a part of the Hindu epic written 2500 years ago. It said, desire leads to anger which leads to delusion. yes. Already people knew about anger and delusion.
Today, we go to another memorial service. As we were watering our vegetables in the community garden, we saw two fire trucks and an ambulance drive down our road. A friend and long standing member of the community died when a tracker rolled onto him. We are sad.
As usual in our community, people are preparing meals, will bring a dish to the luncheon after the service, and contribute to his favorite cause, the Fire fighters.
Finally, have had sinus and bronchial distress from all the bad air. It gives me sympathy for people with COPD and asthma. It feels like you are drowning when you can't get enough air. So, let's not let the EPA regulate air quality. Let's deny global climate change.
Yes, the republicans are the dumbest people on the planet as are some self-described Progressives.
Thomas Frank's essay on Obama in the Sept. issue of Harper's, "The Nowhere Man" is appalling, and I've liked him in most of his writing. How naive about politics can people be! Even on a library board there are disagreements, stalemates, and conflicts about the best practices.
I'm glad there are people who are politically involved and ready to engage in discussion bringing reason, evidence, and a sense of reality about politics. I just don't have patience anymore with politics as religion.
Good for you, listener, for taking on a Justice of the Peace position. Thank you for all of us.
Came thru big stone gap today and saw the mountains and hills of KY &WV, on our drive to Marietta OH.
Could see signs of coal mining and only some of its effect on the land. Lots and lots of rocky mountains.
Hooray to all of you for keeping up the good fight in your communities and counterbalancing the stupid people,
Puddle --shirmur is trying to stay rested and will soon be at Marla's for several days! No worries! Biggest challenge -- carrying her up the steps of the rock! Yeah for strong daughters!
Obviously *also* trust STRONG daughters to take care of her!! Is it true that apples don't fall far from the tree? Glad you're both having fun!! xox
listener, wonderful on the new job offer. On the other hand how could your community *not* trust you?
Pat -- there is SUM dumb out there. I worry more about those who are tired and discouraged and downhearted -- who *could* make a difference if they had some hope. . . But they're ALL in my prayers. I wanted to be a cloistered nun once (even applied to the Trappistines. . . .) (Ever see a Chatty Cathy Trappistine? -- They couldn't either, they turned me down, lol!) I *still* believe in the power of prayer (or whatever one wishes to call it).
Our *high* today was 62º!! Amazing. I'm not quite ready -- had to go digging for some warmer clothes!
I have to smile, Puddle, I told my favorite teacher, Sister Marella, a sister of the Notre Dame order that I wanted to be a nun. She laughed at me. She said, no, that isn't for you.
I think she was right, but something about a life of devotion, prayer, and helping people will always appeal.
Yes, I suppose I should pray for everyone, but I'm so tired of stupid and mean and the willingness to believe the worst and trust those who would do us all harm is something I have no idea what to do about anymore. And then to read the naivety, the illogic, the rotten journalism, including David Sirrota's maligning Colorado's Senator Bennett with no examples or proof, and knowing they will continue, that no matter what anyone says will persuade, even be an incentive to question, well AAAARRRGGGG! a smile to you, though.
Thank you, Brenda Jane and Shirlee for the travelogue. I always enjoy hearing about places and the impressions of travelers.
I can breathe again! I didn't sleep last night from the gasping, thought the worst was happening. Today, breathing free.
The primary cause of death in China is respiratory disease, from the bad air. If we think clean air doesn't make a difference, I think we are kidding ourselves.
A friend remarked she'd give anything for a blizzard. This baking hot, dry, hazy air has made it a miserable summer.
Yes, gratitude for a good sleep, for feeling good, for thoughtful and caring friends.
{{ { ♥ Pat ♥ } }} My heart is there with you at the untimely death of your friend and community member. Folks there must be in shock. =HUG=
Thanks for your kind words about running for Justice of the Peace. The plot thickens:
My day began with emails from our Town Clerk and the Chair of the town Democrats. Turns out that even though absentee voting has begun for the Primary, it is not too late for my name to be added to the ballot . . . ! This is because one person had to drop out of the running for Justice of the Peace, owing to being a state employee, as it would be in violation of the Hatch Act. So the first thing I had to do was find out if there’s a similar concern about me, since I work in the public library. That necessitated a call to the Secretary of State’s office. Long story short, since the Library is a municipality and my salary is paid by town taxes in two towns (rather than by the state or federal governments) it’s no problem. Turns out it would be too late to put my name in the running as an Independent, and anyway, it was a Democrat (named Willy) who sat next to me at Lil Desso’s service and asked me to serve in her (Willy’s) stead this year. It’s a small town and I have no grevience at all with the Dems in town. They got permission to call a special Caucus to replace the guy who dropped out, and that Caucus is taking place tomorrow evening (while I’m working at the Library). As I recall, we go to the polls and vote for “not more than 12” Justices of the Peace. What dawned on me about an hour ago is that the Dem Chair’s email mentions that they got permission to have a special Caucus to choose a 12th name. What I don’t yet know is whether that means there will be 12 Dems pitted against 12 Repubs, or whether there will be 12 running in all . . . thus . . . unopposed. Yikes! I had assumed that since my last name begins with “S” and a lot of people just check off the first 12 names, that I had a reasonable chance of not being elected. LOL! It’s a two year term which would begin February 1st.
Bill is now brushing up on his old Laugh In imitation of “Here comes the Judge, Here comes the Judge.” Too funny!
Whew! According to my uproad neighbor, Nancy, we had just about 2" of rain in an hour this afternoon. Culverts are only running at 50% so I never would have known. We were only supposed to have 30% chance of rain today, which usually means zilch. Was I surprised!!
Question -- a niece of mine published on facebook today an article about Red States giving more to charity than Blue States. Utah and Idaho are right up there, as are a whole passel of Southern Baptist States. Can't and don't fault the math. But did discover that my own private sense of charity does NOT include supporting one's church. That that feels, to me, a bit like home decorating: stuff you do to feel comfortable about yourself and with your surroundings. Am I VERY far off here?
I guess, for me, charity includes mostly giving to people you *don't* know who are in need. Or maybe people that you sort of know -- others in your local neighborhood or maybe even fellow church or club members. But NOT your church: that's just membership dues. . . .
Puddle---- shirmur says she agrees with you about giving to the church.
Have made it safe to the rock. only six for dinner...but in the middle of the night we are expecting four young moms with four toddlers!f. Relegated to the third floor!,,
And on the PLUS side, AVG, after 10 days, *FINALLY* managed to download ALL the virus definitions!! So I'm now up and running and fully protected. Yay!
It depends. To the extent you're giving to keep the church running and pay someone to preach to you, that's not really a charity. To the extent you are giving so that the church can make donations to the local food bank, COTS, book drive for kids and so on, and to the extent that the clergy person you are supporting spends time in the ER, hospital and other places where people are hurting, it is a true donation.
The difficulty is that faith communities are considered non-profits, so there's no way for the government to separate out one ind of non-profit from another.
One great way to donate to a church or other faith community without it going to keeping the institution running is to make a "designated gift" for a specific purpose.
Good Afternoon All -- ShirMur says we are sitting here looking at Lake Erie. A little grey and chilly -- but its beautiful and the weeping willow outside the window is lovely.
Dana and Kris out shopping for food shopping -- Marla and Dana cooking a comfort food meal tonight!!
I wonder if I'll ever get back to the point where surfing the nets is fun, again? Been so long, I can hardly remember when it wasn't one bloody trial after another.
I want to wander in the wildness of my day like some wood nymph, Pan's offspring, with no company of clock, phone, computer, no to-do list of trivial activities done for the sake of done, oblivious to my culture of buy and get walking softly through woods my feet touching like roots nourished by some sacred something in dirt and duff, grinning at pine needle shadows and tracks of deer, bear, and birds, growing my own winter pelt to help me sleep warm.
Dating sites are interesting, lol! Just got *this* from a 23 year old. . . .
Hi, my names Seth. I think your unbelievably sexy and I would love to sleep with you.. It's been a fantasy of mine to sleep with an older women who knows what she wants and has experience in bed. It would be very discreet and I promise you would have an amazing time with no regrets. Please let me know either way though so I know to stop asking..
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No question -- Howie's still first!
(Love that!)
Shirlee: saved and lost and found again more times than I can say! I have some on Green Lantern that I can't share because the original websites are gone. Funny though: I'm a keeper, a saver, a rehabber -- of life, people, things. And yet in no way can I relate at all to the fear of the other party: fear of change, fear of the new, fear of the unknown. Don't know exactly how that got cobbled together in one soul, lol!
I ALSO don't think that the *leadership* -- the movers and the shakers of the rePublican party are in any way actually conservative. They, in fact, wish to destroy the free man and his options -- the enslavify and own everyone "below" themselves. They are simply aware that the cohort that they depend on to keep power is afraid, terrified in fact, of what's new, so that's the way they play it.
And Jo, thanks for the head's up!!! ♥
Took quintuple doses of D yesterday, and double pain meds before bed. Slept pretty well, and the jaw/ear "discomfort" is receding noticeably. Think I can skip the town trip (though I need to remember I'm out of C and CoQ10)(for reasons I don't know, CoQ10 is *especially* helpful with tooth pain. Can't begin to tell you how many times I've gotten through a tooth ache simply by breaking and applying the orange goop to said tooth for a couple of days).
LONG tooth story. My mom had all her teeth removed when she was about 37. I was young enough and old to enough to be horrified/impressed by the gawdawful pain and trubble she went through. The kids seemed to have split between getting my dad's great teeth, or my mom's awful ones (same between MY kids. . . . )(at six and four, first dentist visit: the elder -- perfect teeth, the younger, four cavities. Dentist said the little's teeth were like chalk.) Not wishing to go down my mum's path, I was boringly tooth conscious -- dental appts, cleaning, flossing, etc. It didn't help a whole lot. In my mid forties, it reached crisis point: teeth were breaking off at gum level, every filling I had had been replaced three or four or five times, gum problems. Was offered: full extractions/dentures. A Z-bar cemented to the back of all teeth to keep them stable -- estimated life 5/10 years, or: the whole megillah -- total caps. Estimated life, 20 years. We voted for the last, took out a second loan on the house, and went for it.
Just under twenty years later, the caps began to break. And then come out completely. Luckily for me, as I had no money or insurance at that point, it was back pieces (one came out with the whole molar and inch root still glued into the cap/bridge). At the twenty three year mark, the rest began to wobble. Checked into the dental establishment to be told, a total extraction (all remaining roots, plus dentures. OR, top end, implants with teeth attached. The first about $10,000 the latter, $70,000. Neither of which were remotely possible $-wise. I asked if it wasn't possible just to fit dentures over the bare gums with the tooth roots in place (which were and are not bothering me for the most part), and was told absolutely not -- the roots had to come out! Or I was doomed to be U-G-L-Y. . . .
I began to look into what it would take to make your *own* dentures. . . . And yes, it's been done. . . . Finally found, on eBay, some *cosmetic* only dentures (not intended to be used: only for show, lol! for $99. Invested a couple hundred, and have been mostly good to go.
Until a month ago, during the power outage. One night, I left the uppers on the desk next to the non-working computer. Next day: gone. Only explanation I can come up with is mouses. Don't laugh. When the lights came on again, checked eBay. The company was gone, and no equivalency. Had found the previous time that anything purporting to be REAL dentures was disappeared (evidently the ADA doesn't approve of people getting/having teeth without paying *them*). THIS time, ordered from a guy in London, England. Advertising them as "joke teeth" for aquariums. . . . They looked real to me, and I took a chance. . . Took them a month to arrive. And a bit too far back in my mouth, so cut off the back, and got used to the roof piece which was missing from my last ones.
So what, you ask (if you're still reading, lol!), did I do for the five weeks with NO teeth? Well. . . . I found the temps the dentist had given me bacl, along with the plaster casts of my mouth at 45. The uppers had gotten destroyed in removing them for the permanent ones. The lowers however were there, intact. Sort of like dentures without the pink holding stuff. So. You run a line of Poligrip along the tops, insert, and pray. Found it'd hold for about four/five hours. Even took a picture of the lowers masquerading as uppers and posted it on facebook, and waited for a comment. Now I *know* friends is friends, but got a lot of comments on my hair, none on the teeth. . . . Nor did I detect any odd looks at the store, pharmacy or doctor's office (and believe me, my radar was on HIGH). On the whole, NOT something I'd like go through often (Ah, Vanity, thy name is. . . .), but done. Now looking for a backup. The guy I got these from doesn't currently have more for sale, but I'm keeping an eye out. F- YOU ADA!!!! (And the horse you rode in on. . . .)
Oh, Puddle--so in addition to dealing with a power outage + computer problems you have been dealing with
tooth imp problems.
You are one brave, inventive, patient woman--a model for all of us.
I could be worse, Shirlee! Once, even if you *were* rich, there wasn't a whole lot of help. . . . Two sets of George Washington's teeth. . . .
http://www.old-picture.com/american-history-1900-1930s/pictures/Washingtons-George-Teeth.jpg
http://www.nd.edu/~sheridan/Baltimore%202006/Baltimore%202006-Images/14.jpg
Hmm--George's teeth--did I read somewhere that he had had wooden ones? Or was that the pair in the first link? Really a contraption!!!
Totally packed and ready to go whenever Miss Brenda arrives tomorrow morning. Thanks mainly to my handy helper who was
here today--she is a sweetie. Looking forward to the journey and seeing the gang at The Rock.
We will be missing some because schools are starting early---and the Teacher in Kansas and the Students in Michigan--all ages are starting this week. Will miss them, but plan to have a happy and relaxed time anyway.
The on little one--my almost 3 year old ggdaughter--will get her share of spoiling--as if she hasn't already!!!
Evidently, he never had wood ones. Not that that made much difference, lol! Hippopotamus ivory and gold do NOT make a comfy pair of teeth. . . .
http://www.amazon.com/George-Washingtons-Teeth-Deborah-Chandra/dp/0374325340
Whole family stuff for big families gets more and more difficult over the years. . . . By the time my mom died at 81, she had 42 grandchildren. . . . I think she hadn't any gg's at that point. Now, a slew of 'em. Enjoy yours! And your trip and family. AND the nest at the Rock.
Traveling Mercies!!!
Ah!! Phil's on facebook! Go hunt him down and friend him!
Phil on Facebook? Well, bless his heart, as the Texans say. He will do well there.
I miss his stories about Iowa farming--and his practical take on most things.
Thanks for the good travel wishes.Brenda is toting internet connection tools to let us catch up here. Yes we are finding that as the young'uns grow into adults and start their own lives, families etc. they move away to get jobs, go to school,etc. But we are lucky to have a family website to pass along tales, photos, news and stay connected.
Off to bed with meds and a book--Brenda arrives at 9:30 to truck stuff down to the Camry--early for me. Going on vacation--I can be ready anytime!
Love you all--behave while I am gone :)
I'm gonna miss you Ms Shirlee -- make sure you check in as often as possible, eh?
I was wrong about the gg's -- one of my nieces started earlier than I remembered. And *I* had two grands by then.
Just when I think I've heard all your stories, puddle, up you come with a whole new topic and I'm speechless and humbled by your creativity and good old fashioned problem solving.
Work got interesting today when our server when down. Picture people with books to check out and us writing down their names and the titles longhand. Ha! Very old school. I had to go get our Library Director out of the meeting with the Trustees to fix the server ... and they were discussing our salaries for the coming year. Heh.
GREAT news on the loved ones front! Brother-in-law Andy, who had prostate cancer surgery last week, got his path lab report today and it's excellent! The tumor was encapsulated and they got it all. No sign of anything left at all!
☆☆☆Glory Hallelujah!☆☆☆
Left a message at HEP about your BIL. But, here, again: congrats, and yay! and HooRah!!!
Funny how much teeth affect us. How central they are to our mental health. I had a co-camp-counselor who'd had hers out when she was 14, and the dentures were pretty unattractive. Still, at 19, you don't guess they're false til you're told. She was naturally gregarious, and those teeth made her very inverted. When I saw her again, twenty years later, she still had 'em, and she was nearly a hermit.
I hesitated to talk about the dang things, even here. I did have to make one trip to the store with nothing (before I discovered the box with the old dental stuff in it) while the lights were still out (needed ice). Now, there are lots of peeps around here with seriously awful teeth that one *might* have gotten away with it. . . . Not me. When I told John about my mice tookem theory, I got a grin. An attempted conceal that failed. Prolly actually grew my soul a meter or two, but not wanting to repeat the experience much.
Could have been mice...
or might it have been the Goobey?
BTW, my mother had false teeth from as far back as I can recall. She had false uppers, and just one molar as her lowers. She never got the money together to have that last tooth pulled and lowers made. So she just cut her food up small with a knife and got by with the one lower molar.
I wish I'd had the bucks to get her a beautiful set of teeth. And I wish I could have sent her to art school.
Plus. thanks for trusting us.
Nice group of souls here, truly. ♥
Thought about that, but no. He was out, brought him in, removed the teeth and we both went up to bed. Teeth were gone when I came down with the Goobey to let him out in the a.m. I had made it a practice to take 'em out and leave them on the desk, because if I wore them up to bed, sometime in the middle of the night, I'd take them out and put them on the bedside stand. And once before, when I did that, found them on the floor. I think the mousies are attracted to the peppermint in the stickum. And there *were* mouse droppings on the desk top that morning (seldom to never are). I might have thought pack rat, but having had ONE rat since I lived here, their habits and droppings don't much resemble that of the mice: you are VERY aware when you have a rat!
Well, the D seems to have fixed the ache, yay!
Hope Shirlee's enjoying her travels, and that the car stays steady and reliable for her.
Goob enjoyed another under porch encounter today. Let him stay a good while. He likes the getting in, but is not so fond of the situation once't he's there, lol! I have a hard time believing this increasingly huge dog can make it through some of the spaces I KNOW he has ('cause the cable's right there as evidence). The last one I closed was less than 8 X 12 inches. . . . Today's looked even smaller.
My SIL Shirley (obviously no relation to *our* Shirlee!) revealed herself today to be a climate denier. Don't know why I'm surprised. Doesn't it *bother* peeps to simply parrot stuff? Would me, no matter WHO's stuff it was.
This is Brenda -- Shirlee's daughter. We made it to Kingsport TN safe and sound. Shirlee or ShirMur as we call her is fine and resting on the bed. Wine and Dinner have been consumed.
We had a great drive through the beautiful mountains. Looking forward to the rest of the vacay!!
We'll keep you posted on the journey!
Shirlee says hi to all and the behave, stay out of trouble and keep the repubs at bay!!!
Hope Ezra's wrong here. But it sure makes this about the most important election of *my* life. . . .
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2012-08-15/obama-s-evolution-on-paul-ryan-and-his-budget.html
Thanks, Brenda -- Nice to finally meet you, lol!
Glad you're have a good time; keep it up!!
And give her a biggol hug on our behalf!
xox
Just made a custom list at facebook excluding the hardcore Republicans. I feel bad, but man, it was getting outright *necessary*!!
hi Brenda! hope you and your Mom smooth travels and a lovely vacation!
thanks for the heads-up on Ezra's piece, puddle. I more often than not respect his opinion but I take issue with his conclusions, to quote:
"...But if Obama loses, Republicans will have won the presidency with a mandate to enact a deeply conservative agenda. Left to his own devices, Romney might have been a relatively pragmatic and cautious president. Instead, the Obama administration’s three-year effort to enshrine the Ryan budget at the heart of the Republican Party would prove to have been a crucial push toward enacting that budget into law."
Mitt is in the thrall of the likes of the Koch Bros and Company and is never going to be allowed to be cautious nor pragmatic. whether Obama and team pushed Ryan or not, he's their man and from what I've seen so far he's going to rally the base but has also gotten the dems fired up and the indies are going to run away from R&R as fast as they can.
it's been what, a week and he's tanking already. his true colors are coming to light and his nomination did nothing to overshadow the tax questions, it just made them come more fast and furious! even the pundits are starting to push back when they spew their lies. jmho. ;)
I hear ya puddle - I was thinking the same thing today as I ran across a few that are getting nutso. I have been deleting the extremes as I come across them - it's amazing how much some have changed since high school! but as the election gets closer I feel the need to try to stay out of cententious conversations but to pay attention to them - it's always good to have a heads-up on the latest talking point, etc. but I imagine that I will tire of it soon enough as things really heat up and then I'll remove myself from the flow of toxicity!
Well with the custom list, I see them, so I know where that convo is going, but don't get into endless "debates" with them. Which are pointless. . . .
Got into the upper forties overnight, is just now hitting 70º! And I didn't sleep at all well. So me and Beau went back to bed at 11 (*his* urging, lol! -- must have kept him awake with all the tossing and turning). HATE to waste good sleeping weather!!
Hoping Shirlee doesn't over do it -- still a lot of this vacation to enjoy!
Hey Ladies. Thanks for the wishes. Shirlee says "how can you over do it on vacation?''
We saw Daniel Boone's cabin in Kingsport TN and the beginning of the Wilderness Trail. Tomorrow on to Ohio.
It's beautiful seeing all the mountains!!
Keep up the political battle -- ShirMur says to battle away without getting depressed about it.
She says check out this site http://thecrookedroad.org
Talk to you soon.
B.
Brenda: tell her -- Over doing it on vacation is going to far, walking too much, eating too much, not sleeping enough, lol! &c.
Howsumevah, I basically trust Mz Shirlee to take good care of the lady that we love!
xox
You just never know what a new day will bring.
Last evening, Bill and I went to the calling hours for Lil Desso (who ran the general store here for 30 years). There was a line to get in. Despite there being no body laid out, it felt like a “lying in state” event. There were photo albums and framed photos, and more vases of flowers than I’ve ever seen at a wake before, even including one from her high school. When we went through the line and spoke with her dear husband, Gerry Desso, he remembered us right away, looked at me and said, “Your letters meant so much to Lil!” Then he hugged me...four times! :-) We didn’t stay long, so that we could get back to Burlington and have dinner with youngest and his bride, at American Flatbread.
This morning, we went to the brick church on the green in Jericho Center for Lil’s service. I can’t remember the last time we had such perfect weather: a blue sky day, high of 75F and humidity just 38%. The service was called a funeral, but as there was no body (or even an urn) there, it was really a memorial service. The church was packed to the gills, and we saw a lot of people we know such as Sue (whose house we rented when we first moved here); we thanked her for being the person who first told us about Desso’s! As expected by the venue, it was a little bit tinged with fundy theology, but as there was no fire and brimstone and no altar call, we did fine. :-) The pianist did a lovely job with the music, especially the worthy medley of hymns and songs played as the prelude. The sung hymns were Amazing Grace and The Old Rugged Cross. (I have since asked my offspring NOT to use the latter when my turn comes. Ha!) The pastor did a fine job of meshing gentleness and humour, and the eulogies written by Lil’s granddaughter and daughter were *gorgeously* expressed. If those two eulogies were all the service had consisted of, it would have been enough. But several folks from town also said a few words, the last being Tracy Campbell Pearson, who told about how she became inspired to write the children's picture book The Storekeeper in honour of Lil. She said she had known for some time that there was a book about Desso’s that she needed to write and illustrate. Then one night when she was pregnant and awake at 4am, she looked across the green and saw Lil’s light come on, and that’s when she knew the book needed to be not about the store, but about Lil. The service was followed by a meal downstairs, but I had to get to work, as a coworker was covering for me until I could get there, so we spoke with a couple of friends and headed out.
I always learn something new about a person when I attend their memorial service. What I hadn’t realised is that when we met Lil she was only about 38 years old. She became the owner of Desso’s at age 22 and, except for an occasional short vacation, she worked 18 hour days, 7 days a week, for 30 years...!! When she retired from being a storekeeper, at age 52, she went on to help children at a school nearby.
There is one thing more. We were trying, at first, to save a seat for two friends, but as it was now 10 minutes before the service was to begin and they hadn’t come yet, we could see that holding a prime seat wouldn’t last much longer. At that point I saw Willy and Bob arrive. Willy works with me at the polls several times a year, is older than Lil, and has been battling cancer for at least three years. She arrived wearing a headscarf, as she’s been doing chemo treatments again. So, rather than have her sit on one of the hard chairs at the back, we offered for them to share our cushioned pew. As we waited for the service to start, Willy leaned over and asked me if I would be willing to stand for Justice of the Peace in town, as she and Bob need to retire from it. Apparently my name has been considered for some time. Willy’s understanding was that I had been asked previously and had declined. I don’t recall that, but it may be true. I recall being asked if I wanted to become a Notary again and declining that. I asked what the job entails, and in the end I said I would be willing. The Primary is the 28th and it may already be too late to add a name to the ballot. But it was nice to be asked and it certainly added something to my experience of being present at the service for Lil Desso, who did so very much for this community, and be asked to serve the community. What’s more, Willy and Bob have served the community for many years as well. It feels good to be so trusted in town!
Good Morning,
Thank you, listener, for the description of the service. Beautifully written.
I just checked a headline on USA Today and the following blog comments. As you'd expect there are the Obama trashers, but also, thank you, the defenders putting forth evidence and reason. Dear Heaven, are we the dumbest people on the planet? I am appalled, distressed at the lies people believe, at the lies spoken and written by Ryan, Romney, and the Republicans. And, too many citizens are pleased with the lies, have accepted them as truth. It's disgraceful.
George W. Bush won't even be at the Republican convention. The GOP are glad to disappear him. However, Rove, Norquist, and others are very prominent in organizing this election. Yuck.
Well, the point was I'm glad not to be on a totally political blog. I think in the last years of the Dean blog, it felt like a food fight, a waste of time. Do I want to be around stupid, prejudiced, mean minded people in delusion? No.
I read the Bhagavad Gita, a part of the Hindu epic written 2500 years ago. It said, desire leads to anger which leads to delusion. yes. Already people knew about anger and delusion.
Today, we go to another memorial service. As we were watering our vegetables in the community garden, we saw two fire trucks and an ambulance drive down our road. A friend and long standing member of the community died when a tracker rolled onto him. We are sad.
As usual in our community, people are preparing meals, will bring a dish to the luncheon after the service, and contribute to his favorite cause, the Fire fighters.
Finally, have had sinus and bronchial distress from all the bad air. It gives me sympathy for people with COPD and asthma. It feels like you are drowning when you can't get enough air. So, let's not let the EPA regulate air quality. Let's deny global climate change.
Yes, the republicans are the dumbest people on the planet as are some self-described Progressives.
Thomas Frank's essay on Obama in the Sept. issue of Harper's, "The Nowhere Man" is appalling, and I've liked him in most of his writing. How naive about politics can people be! Even on a library board there are disagreements, stalemates, and conflicts about the best practices.
Grump.
Have a fine day, friends.
Should be tractor, not tracker.
I'm glad there are people who are politically involved and ready to engage in discussion bringing reason, evidence, and a sense of reality about politics. I just don't have patience anymore with politics as religion.
Good for you, listener, for taking on a Justice of the Peace position. Thank you for all of us.
Off now for some porch sitting.
Another correction: the title of the essay by Thomas Frank is "Easy Chair." The essay title I wrote is by another writer and at least as specious.
Came thru big stone gap today and saw the mountains and hills of KY &WV, on our drive to Marietta OH.
Could see signs of coal mining and only some of its effect on the land. Lots and lots of rocky mountains.
Hooray to all of you for keeping up the good fight in your communities and counterbalancing the stupid people,
Puddle --shirmur is trying to stay rested and will soon be at Marla's for several days! No worries! Biggest challenge -- carrying her up the steps of the rock! Yeah for strong daughters!
Brenda for ShirMur
Brenda
Obviously *also* trust STRONG daughters to take care of her!! Is it true that apples don't fall far from the tree? Glad you're both having fun!! xox
listener, wonderful on the new job offer. On the other hand how could your community *not* trust you?
Pat -- there is SUM dumb out there. I worry more about those who are tired and discouraged and downhearted -- who *could* make a difference if they had some hope. . . But they're ALL in my prayers. I wanted to be a cloistered nun once (even applied to the Trappistines. . . .) (Ever see a Chatty Cathy Trappistine? -- They couldn't either, they turned me down, lol!) I *still* believe in the power of prayer (or whatever one wishes to call it).
Our *high* today was 62º!! Amazing. I'm not quite ready -- had to go digging for some warmer clothes!
Hi Friends,
I have to smile, Puddle, I told my favorite teacher, Sister Marella, a sister of the Notre Dame order that I wanted to be a nun. She laughed at me. She said, no, that isn't for you.
I think she was right, but something about a life of devotion, prayer, and helping people will always appeal.
Yes, I suppose I should pray for everyone, but I'm so tired of stupid and mean and the willingness to believe the worst and trust those who would do us all harm is something I have no idea what to do about anymore. And then to read the naivety, the illogic, the rotten journalism, including David Sirrota's maligning Colorado's Senator Bennett with no examples or proof, and knowing they will continue, that no matter what anyone says will persuade, even be an incentive to question, well AAAARRRGGGG! a smile to you, though.
Thank you, Brenda Jane and Shirlee for the travelogue. I always enjoy hearing about places and the impressions of travelers.
Dagnabbit! Lost a good long post!!
Short of it -- slept well and long, and am grateful!
Just made it to 61º!! Big chunk of rain just done. Trees are just beginning to start losing leaves on a regular basis.
I actually hope we have a REAL winter this year. Without one, fleas, ticks, and flies are much bigger pests the next summer.
Good Morning,
I can breathe again! I didn't sleep last night from the gasping, thought the worst was happening. Today, breathing free.
The primary cause of death in China is respiratory disease, from the bad air. If we think clean air doesn't make a difference, I think we are kidding ourselves.
A friend remarked she'd give anything for a blizzard. This baking hot, dry, hazy air has made it a miserable summer.
Yes, gratitude for a good sleep, for feeling good, for thoughtful and caring friends.
Traveling Mercies to you, Shirlee and Brenda! :-)
{{ { ♥ Pat ♥ } }}
My heart is there with you at the untimely death of your friend and community member. Folks there must be in shock. =HUG=
Thanks for your kind words about running for Justice of the Peace. The plot thickens:
My day began with emails from our Town Clerk and the Chair of the town Democrats. Turns out that even though absentee voting has begun for the Primary, it is not too late for my name to be added to the ballot . . . ! This is because one person had to drop out of the running for Justice of the Peace, owing to being a state employee, as it would be in violation of the Hatch Act. So the first thing I had to do was find out if there’s a similar concern about me, since I work in the public library. That necessitated a call to the Secretary of State’s office. Long story short, since the Library is a municipality and my salary is paid by town taxes in two towns (rather than by the state or federal governments) it’s no problem. Turns out it would be too late to put my name in the running as an Independent, and anyway, it was a Democrat (named Willy) who sat next to me at Lil Desso’s service and asked me to serve in her (Willy’s) stead this year. It’s a small town and I have no grevience at all with the Dems in town. They got permission to call a special Caucus to replace the guy who dropped out, and that Caucus is taking place tomorrow evening (while I’m working at the Library). As I recall, we go to the polls and vote for “not more than 12” Justices of the Peace. What dawned on me about an hour ago is that the Dem Chair’s email mentions that they got permission to have a special Caucus to choose a 12th name. What I don’t yet know is whether that means there will be 12 Dems pitted against 12 Repubs, or whether there will be 12 running in all . . . thus . . . unopposed. Yikes! I had assumed that since my last name begins with “S” and a lot of people just check off the first 12 names, that I had a reasonable chance of not being elected. LOL! It’s a two year term which would begin February 1st.
Bill is now brushing up on his old Laugh In imitation of “Here comes the Judge, Here comes the Judge.” Too funny!
Whew! According to my uproad neighbor, Nancy, we had just about 2" of rain in an hour this afternoon. Culverts are only running at 50% so I never would have known. We were only supposed to have 30% chance of rain today, which usually means zilch. Was I surprised!!
Question -- a niece of mine published on facebook today an article about Red States giving more to charity than Blue States. Utah and Idaho are right up there, as are a whole passel of Southern Baptist States. Can't and don't fault the math. But did discover that my own private sense of charity does NOT include supporting one's church. That that feels, to me, a bit like home decorating: stuff you do to feel comfortable about yourself and with your surroundings. Am I VERY far off here?
I guess, for me, charity includes mostly giving to people you *don't* know who are in need. Or maybe people that you sort of know -- others in your local neighborhood or maybe even fellow church or club members. But NOT your church: that's just membership dues. . . .
Puddle---- shirmur says she agrees with you about giving to the church.
Have made it safe to the rock. only six for dinner...but in the middle of the night we are expecting four young moms with four toddlers!f. Relegated to the third floor!,,
Talk to you soon!
And on the PLUS side, AVG, after 10 days, *FINALLY* managed to download ALL the virus definitions!! So I'm now up and running and fully protected. Yay!
Ah, so glad you're THERE. At least the young 'uns with the toddlers are the most able to make it up those stairs, so fair is fair is fair.
Enjoy the family week, both of you!
Ah, puddle, regarding giving...
It depends. To the extent you're giving to keep the church running and pay someone to preach to you, that's not really a charity. To the extent you are giving so that the church can make donations to the local food bank, COTS, book drive for kids and so on, and to the extent that the clergy person you are supporting spends time in the ER, hospital and other places where people are hurting, it is a true donation.
The difficulty is that faith communities are considered non-profits, so there's no way for the government to separate out one ind of non-profit from another.
One great way to donate to a church or other faith community without it going to keeping the institution running is to make a "designated gift" for a specific purpose.
Good Afternoon All -- ShirMur says we are sitting here looking at Lake Erie. A little grey and chilly -- but its beautiful and the weeping willow outside the window is lovely.
Dana and Kris out shopping for food shopping -- Marla and Dana cooking a comfort food meal tonight!!
Very glad to have the mother in law apartment.
I wonder if I'll ever get back to the point where surfing the nets is fun, again? Been so long, I can hardly remember when it wasn't one bloody trial after another.
for the fun of it.
Today in Mountains
I want to wander
in the wildness
of my day
like some wood
nymph, Pan's offspring,
with no company
of clock, phone, computer,
no to-do list
of trivial activities
done for the sake
of done, oblivious
to my culture
of buy and get
walking softly
through woods
my feet touching
like roots nourished
by some sacred
something in dirt
and duff, grinning
at pine needle shadows
and tracks of deer,
bear, and birds,
growing my own
winter pelt to
help me sleep warm.
Pat, I'm assuming that's yours, so I stole it for baby
New Post/thread, courtesy of Shirlee and Strong*Daughter.
Thank you, Puddle. I always feel honored when you post a poem of mine on Baby.
Dating sites are interesting, lol! Just got *this* from a 23 year old. . . .
Hi, my names Seth. I think your unbelievably sexy and I would love to sleep with you.. It's been a fantasy of mine to sleep with an older women who knows what she wants and has experience in bed. It would be very discreet and I promise you would have an amazing time with no regrets. Please let me know either way though so I know to stop asking..
Think they read too much Ben Franklin?
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