Chipped Tooth and Ending Ruminations

Chipped a molar last night on a flipping brownie. It is not painful, and this is hardly newsworthy, except I've never even had a cavity. Yup, lived 46 years without a needle in the gums, and I liked it that way.

Until now. I haven't even been to a dentist since ours died of cancer in the Big City. I am certainly jinxed tooth-wise. But even worse, is that son #2 has NEVER been to a dentist, and he is 10. To further complicate matters, hubby needs root canals and partial dentures and has gum disease, and even HE has blown off the dentist for a couple years.

So, based upon a recommendation from my sister, I am going to make appointments for all with a very nice female dentist in the nearby city. We shall take a day off and make it a party. End of dentist rumination.

Now I gotta ruminate on how to end this second in the Thresholds series...I think its length is about right. The problem is, it needs to lead into the third, but I don't know what the third is. Options include:

1. The "and that's another blog" blog. I could fill in the story droplets that I hinted at in the first blook. Stuff like college stories wif my bestest friend Sandita and other "rocking chair" memories that I've accumulated.

2. The story of what happens after I get canned for publishing Thresholds and Other Ruminations. Of course this hasn't happen yet, but very well could. THAT's why I've bookiemarked the first amendment lawyer. Tee Hee.

3. The story of what happens after my school district lays me off, as they have to cut 10% of the budget across the board due to a state mandate.

4. Insert Option 4 here. I have NO idea what is to come in the next few months; that I HAVE learned from the whole fire thing.

All I DO know is that we signed and initialed our fingers until they were raw last week closing on our house mortgage. The good news is that we locked in at 4.3% interest for 15 years. We will own the home by retirement time, which is only 18 or so years away for me, and less for hubby cuz he is three years older.

Back to the tooth, I can now feel the warmness of the coffee I sip INSIDE the tooth. This is going to be interesting to say the least and painful in the most. K. Bye. Roger. Out.