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I've a toothache.
Nasty, nasty toothache. And while I'm taking a veritable concert of medications (currently on the Scotch and Advil Mix), it's still there.
After you take the pill, an hour, maybe two, where you forget that it's there. Well, not forget, but you feel pretty good comparatively.
Then it begins to throb, intermittent.
Occasional waves of fever as the bacteria attack the body. I'm pretty sure I'll live but it's unpleasant nonetheless.
I swill my mouth with diet pop, salt water, Listerine, Scotch.
I can't brush, can't even think of brushing at the moment...
26 days until benefits kick in. I'm pretty sure it'll be gone in the next 2 or three days; but I have a huge phobia of dentists. Immense phobia. Early experiences with modern dentistry, all unpleasant, I'd just as soon see a barber or shoemaker for the extraction and necessary repairs. Couldn't hurt more and would probably cost a hell of a lot less.
So forgive me for not writing at greater length. I can't talk, I have a toothache.
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I overslept.
I never, ever oversleep on Garage Sale day, but I've come down with a major toothache, the extra-strength Tylenol's, Advil Gel-caps and bottle of Scotch only slightly numbing the pain, but such a fine buffet of painkillers did help me to sleep in.
Despite the late start a few worthwhile ones - hundreds dotting the city, but went for the area along the Elbow river - the first sale a bunch of interesting knick-knacks from South East Asia, picked up another Bali mask, similar (but not identical) to another one I have that took some damage in the move. And an X-box game and slingshot.
A few more garage sales, the treasure of the day proved to be a set of antique juggling pins (similar again to a set of antique juggling pins I have, oddly, now with 2 sets of juggling pins and a unicycle that I should be a waiter...) for only $1.00.
And then the Gel-caps and Scotch began to wear off and it was time to come home.
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We're not open Mother's Day. It's a Sunday, the one day of the week we all have off - even the owner, and it's a little surprising, given how busy it would be, but the owner has decided it's not worth the hassle. Mother's Day diners, they're not spending any money.
Nonetheless we get no less than a hundred phone calls trying to make reservations.
Some customers are OK with it, some act surprised ("You're not open Sundays?" "Sir, we haven't opened Sundays for 30 years..."). Some are irate and accuse us of "not being open on Mother's Day". Which is true, but it's also true that we're not open on Sundays and that's been the way it is since the restaurant opened. Some, the more foolish, call on Sunday and speaking to the owner try to make reservations, he tells them himself we're not open, and there's no arguing with him. Pity the fool that tries.
We have an older clientele, the Mother's day crowd has no appeal, if the average age of our customer is 50-60, how old will their mother be?
Still, a few bring them in on Saturday night. Exhumed, unwrapped, powdered and painted, the Sarah Coventry and Avon brooch grave goods applied, their wheeled, escorted, paraded into the restaurant. Once a year they're a happy family.
It's a museum of archeology, paleontology...
Wheelchairs, oxygen bags and strollers, regular customers trot out and exhibit their mother's for all the world to see. Vainly trying to persuade her to have a glass of wine, live a little, once a year they're the good son or daughter, the rest of the year "Mom" is re interred in her retirement home or underground apartment, buried far away from busy lives that never, ever include her, but tonight's her night and for the first time ever we all get to meet "mom".
Saturday was a long, late and busy night.
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It's a precarious day off. Someone left, someone's due to start, my day off falls in the middle and so I can't take it for granted, get an early start on the morning's errands...
First stop the Women in Need thrift shop by Marda Loop. A full shop, treasures of the day include a vintage cigarette case that ejects the cigarettes as required (I'll have to switch from King Size, it'll be perfect for the offered cigarettes, as the sole remaining designated smoker at work I'm the touchstone for staff in need of a single fag, amazing how many non-smokers smoke, but you'd have to be a smoker to know...), and an XBox game - Chessmaster - I try to think of how excited the kids will be... well, perhaps the daughter, the boy, it would be hard for him to imagine a more BORING computer game...
From there to the Bibles for Missions, nothing today, then down to Zowie's on 14 St, nothing again, over to Starbucks across the street for a quick coffee & chocolate muffin and a handful of Starbucks cards; run into an old Coworker from Chianti's I haven't seen for years, now a Realtor, he looks good, distinguished, grey hair, rugged features, me, I'm incognito with my handful of treasures, unwashed & unshaven & painfully aware I shouldn't be out and about in this state, we catch up, he's doing well and so am I but it's obvious that I'm not really, then to the Kalamata Grocery on 11th, some Parmesan cheese and olives, walk briskly from there to Kensington, despite appearances I'm feeling pretty good, the sun is shining, my coat's too hot, stop in the art store and get some Titanium and Zinc white as I'd run out, well, not out, but having opened a dozen tubs to find they've all congealed into cracked acrylic lumps I presumed I was out and put them back to mislead me again in the future ("Mixed Media", I tell myself..).
Then home, check the mail, nothing as of yet (damn!), but there's an email on the computer, my package has been shipped, there's a note explaining that I shouldn't be impatient, it's coming all the way from Tibet, and I imagine, briefly, my sacred relic being carted by yaks and Sherpa's over Himalayan passes, the same route taken by the book I just read, and there's anticipation...
There are other emails as well, work emails, but I'll do them after I paint, and I'll paint after I nap, and I should call in to work to ensure they're all right but that will have to wait until after my nap as well otherwise there will be no nap at all, only a gnawing at my intestines...
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The new landlords, they're impressed by my piety.
They've popped around to attend miscellaneous small repairs, light yard work, check that everything is OK.
They love the "Our Lady of the Birds", a bird feeder I've left on the front step, the blessed virgin presiding.
"It's our Lady of Fatima" they assure me, they're Portuguese and so they'd know. Not to be confused with "Our Lady of Lourdes", which mistake I made (but was forgiven for, they are, after all, somewhat alike, and they take a minute to explain the difference.)
And they love how I've fixed up a little shrine in the hallway, filling the old phone niche with rosaries, devotional cards, miraculous anointing balm.
They think we're on the same page, which is a good thing, and are impressed by my piety.
I haven't the heart to tell them I'm a Buddhist.