A second-degree alert was issued last night for sleet. Every weather channel implored us not to go out. They depicted a dire scenario in which the whole country would be covered with ice, making traffic impossible. Little did I know how big of a fib these warnings were when I woke up this morning. Nevertheless, after looking out the window, I saw cars roaring about with Formula-One-like speed, as they do, and apart from a never-before-seen thin layer of snow, there was no humongous rink. Not even a frozen puddle on the pavement! I understand how intricate a job it is to predict the erratic weather, but boy, was it a terrible miscalculation? Sleet my buttocks! Only a couple of frozen leaves on the ground!
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
Comments
Post a Comment