What Dentist Will Take Me?

10/17/14 Friday in Gloucester,VA (Chesapeake Bay RV Resort-TT)

Quiet morning getting the blog caught up and Internet business. Then I checked the Internet for what to do when you think a filling has fallen out. Hmm. See a dentist ASAP. It’s Friday. I got one office (at Sentara, actually), but he would only do an exam with x rays of that one tooth. The treatment would have to happen in another appointment. They don’t work on the weekend and Monday is full. We leave Tuesday. We only have a few days before the wedding, so we can’t commit to being here even another week. So I decided to try for a dentist near our next place in NC. I called our TT campground there, asking the person who answered for a dentist recommendation. She gave me one. I called the dentist office next. They’re closed until Monday, so I left a message. I’ll just have to try again then. We’re thinking of leaving on Sunday to give ourselves another day for dental efforts. Life is just not so simple when you are on the road, but it is flexible.

John drove himself to Sentara to give them a lab test (FIT) he needed to hand deliver. I spent that time getting my Facebook security in shape and attending to emails. Then I realized the printer wasn’t printing. After awhile I thought of our GFI situation. Sure enough, that dining room light didn’t come on. I reset the GFI. Oh Oh. The electricity still won’t come through. I had to give John the bad news when he got back. He checked a few things and simply connected the extension cord. Guess he’ll ruminate on it for a while. He thinks maybe the GFI outlet has issues.

We took a brisk walk around the campground, discussing our travel options as we went. That felt good.

We may be breaking a couple of our travel rules if we left Sunday; 1-not to drive much the day before traveling (we’re going to Williamsburg Saturday) and 2-driving Miss Zanzibar over 200 miles (this trip will be 290 miles).

John asked about getting ice cream. I said I thought I shouldn’t because of my filling issue. He was sad; he knew he shouldn’t have any, so my not having any took away his excuse.

I baked corn muffins but something went wrong-they didn’t quite cook completely. Not sure if I did something wrong or the Microwave did. The Microwave worked fine as a Convection oven for supper, so we’ll see how things go the next time I make those muffins.

Back at home we settled in to our leftover pork supper and the “The Roosevelts…”

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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