The Offending

I was in the dentist's chair at 8:00 a.m., an ungodly hour if ever there was one.



I was back in the dentist's chair--a different dentist's chair--again at 2:00 p.m. That's when I snapped that photo of my tooth, the troublesome one.



(The troublesome tooth is the one on the far right hand side, the one that looks like a tooth and not like a Frankenstein-like screw screwed into my head. That's another nightmarish dental story for another time. But just as a little teaser: You see how the top of the screw seems to protrude into that cavity at the top? That cavity is my sinus. The way you get a screw to protrude into that cavity is to drill a hole into the bone then take a hammer and awl-like tool and hammer away until the floor of the sinus gives way. It's as unpleasant a process as it sounds.)

Today, both goddamned dentists did the same tests on my teeth. Both hammered away at it with little metal hammers. Both used freon-like material sprayed onto a cotton swab to test the cold sensitivity of the tooth. Both tests hurt like hell and turned my stomach. They do that to test...what? My ability to keep from strangling each of them maybe.

It might be a root canal situation, which makes me cringe. I've never had a root canal before and I was hoping to get through life without ever having had a root canal, but my tooth, it is not a happy tooth. For the moment, it's fine and we've all agreed to take a cautious approach, but...it may all go to hell sooner rather than later.

But nevermind--we have a reprieve, for the moment.

Glaze-a-thon 2012

Sunday was glaze day at the studio. I didn't glaze, of course, just having finished Glaze-a-palooza, but Dave, Lu Ann and Chris did. Here's Chris, glazing away like a little elf.



The fore pile of bowls is Dave's. (That's an awkward sentence, no? But I like its awkwardness, so I'm going to let it stand.)

The glaze-a-thon was interrupted by dinner at our new favorite restaurant, Thai Vegan, where we were given non-alcoholic champagne at the end of our meal. This was our toast:



To Melba!

(That's a Rocky Horror Picture Show joke, in case you didn't know, one of them anyway, the one that took hold when the theaters stopped letting you bring in actual toast.)

What other pics can I show you?

Here's Saba being cute:



She never rolls over onto her back, but I mean never. She held this pose while I took her picture, then attacked my hand when I tried to pet her. She's a wily one.

And I will be watching over these two little hounds soon:



That was in their puppy days, maybe three months ago. They're slightly bigger now, slightly better behaved, but still rambunctious.