notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Drowning In A Sea Of Teeth

Recently, I mentioned that I've started flossing. I was doing very well with that for a few days, but then I lost my floss and haven't gone to a whole lot of trouble to locate it. I also posted something about how poorly designed teeth are in the first place.

I must have teeth on the mind because last night I had another one of those "anxiety" dreams in which my teeth suddenly fall out for no apparent reason. Only this time, it was only one tooth that came loose. It dangled from my gum for awhile before I finally tugged it out, so most of the dream was spent in suspense about when it would actually happen. Funny thing was, as I looked down at the bloody canine in the palm of my hand (I think I was showing it to a very revolted Jenny Givens at the time), I calmed down and realized that it was all going to be OK - I simply had to go to the dentist and have it replaced by a fake tooth. None of the other teeth fell out after that, which is highly unusual when I have these dreams.

I'm not sure exactly what all this means, but it doesn't really seem all that bad.

Unlike this poster: