July 3rd, 2017

100 demons qwerty


I have missed the world's largest rubber duckie, which has now been deflated and, I suppose, packed away for its next appearance. I think it ought to be navigable and sailed to the next port of call, or whatever it is. Though I suppose there's no water link between us and Georgian Bay.

I have also missed the Georgia O'Keefe show at the AGO, at least for today. Occurred to me that maybe other people took Monday off instead of Saturday, and possible some Americans might faire le pont between the weekend and the Tuesday holiday, and a regular weekday would be the best bet for avoiding crowds.

Instead I accomplished, by hacking great swathes off the linden with the pole-mounted branch cutter; succeeded in visiting my aunt, which weather and aches had prevented on the weekend; and ate out at an upscale Thai restaurant. Thus an excellent day off.

But this adulting thing... I've gotten good about washing dishes, because I only do them every two or three days, depending how much I eat in. I can always manage laundry, even when I dislike descending to the basement. I even succeed in vacuuming at least every other week, a vast improvement on the oughties' 'every six months or so.' Best of all, I do my exercises twice a day for a minimum fifteen minutes and occasionally for thirty.

But I can't get me to brush my teeth without a fight. Or I could, if brushing were all that was involved. But it's not, by a very long shot.
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I hate it, I really really do. Must apply mindfulness to this, because neglected teeth are expensive teeth, which is hard to remember when all I want to do is take out my lenses and go to bed.