As the weather took a turn for the better, the mild temperatures brought about changes in nature we typically associate with April. So, the early morning symphony of birds and the sweet scent of flowers in the air, as cliché as it might sound, became just ordinary. This idyllic scene was enhanced by the late-night concert of amphibians in the nearby pond as they emerged from their winter hideouts and began their mating serenades. Now, while it might just be my own erroneous assumption, it's possible that their over-enthusiastic croaking is more about frustration at being woken up so unexpectedly early by nature. If that's indeed the case, I can't really blame them. If I were a toad whose internal clock was out of sync, I would probably react the same way. I would perch on a large leaf wearing an expression of disbelief and resentment on my irritated face and let out painfully loud croaks like those of a steam engine. I never knew I could empathise with frogs!
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
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