On Dental Visits

This morning, I went with Dan to the DMV to get our van re-registered (he had decided to inform me of this last night with those lovely words, "I hope you haven't anything else planned" . . . oh, boy!).  We were in line for about an hour . . . for a two minute exchange.  I kid you not.  But, it was so pleasant.  I met an elderly woman who was a wonderful conversationalist.  I love that she said she's been married 54 years and that she is so grateful to have at least one grandchild.  She is proud to be of Japanese heritage, but she boldly and proudly exclaimed, "I am an AMERICAN."  We did have a most memorable chat.

I got home, loaded Rachel into the newly tagged van, and drove without incident to Kapolei for our annual dental cleanings.  I had the boys in a few weeks ago, and Connor had one cavity (for him, that is excellent, as he has weak enamel).  Rachel and I had zero cavities ourselves.  I even had the fluoride treatment.  Blech!  But, now they have it on your teeth for only one minute.  Much easier and less of a nasty taste going on than before.  I've convinced my children to have it done at their next cleaning.   I have done my momma dental duties by example.

Okay, the hygienist basically gave me the "be an example" speech.  I'm 41-years-old.  C'mon!    She is just doing her job, as she reminded me.  And, actually, I'm glad she had the audacity to tell me like it is.  It's refreshing to have a professional actually say, "I'm trying to help you here, and  you are flat-out making my job impossible."  You have to keep your gum and teeth healthy, and, since I agree with that statement, I better start living it more to the letter, thereby being a better example to my children.

Smile!

Letting Go . . . .

I have a problem.  It's called anxiety.  I am a worry wart!  Lately, I've been walking about with Mr. Doom in my head spinning all kinds of tales.  Eventually such anxiety wreaks havoc on my body . . . which then makes me think there really may be something wrong with me.

I am going to the doctor to discuss my stomach issues and see if I can get anywhere with that.  However, outside of that, I can't fathom what else could be possibly physically wrong with me.

Therefore, I am praying that God be with me and help me let go and give it to Him.  To not fret over every little thing.  Life is serious, of course, in many ways, but much of what I worry over has not one iota of my control.

Since I'll be on Molokai one day this week, I am hoping to leave my worries with St. Damien.  Perhaps Blessed Marianne Cope can lend a hand as well.

St. Joseph, ora pro nobis.

In any event, I am puttering about the house doing all the cleaning I boasted about doing earlier in the week on FB.  HA!  Seriously, I did get one bathroom clean and I did do the floors . . . but then I sat.  And sat.  And sat.  I mustn't do that.  I must stop working on my circumference!  So far today, I was woke by my daughter (who is on her Confirmation retreat) who is not feeling great, but we are trying to get her to stick it out (after all, what is ailing her ails all women most of our lives, ahem).  After we chatted and said we could come get her after the evening program (the most important of them, agreed upon w/ the teacher), I think she was able to calm down a bit.  Keeping my fingers crossed at this point!  Then, I managed to start the laundry (and I shall continue to do it until it's done - at least for now), clean the microwave/range, and scrub my bathroom to kingdom come.  The only other task I avoided last week is cleaning the 1/2 bath downstairs.  Well, that's next . . . once I cool off from having done mine.

It's keeping my  mind off stuff, I'm burning calories (that's something for this chunky chick), and I'm praying while I do so. 

I'm also going to take a walk once I'm done with this puttering.

Ach! There's the dryer!  Time to dash off and keep going.

Addendum at 1:54pm, HI time:  everything is done, except the laundry, but that is just two more small loads.  I'm so pleased that I've managed this tasking!  My arms are tired - all that scrubbing motion they're not used to.  I've begun to read Christ, Life of our Souls by Blessed Columba Marmion as well.  Time with God is time well spent!