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How do you tactfully divorce your family dentist? I've heard that there are dentists specially trained to be gentle with denta-phobes like myself. There's really nothing that wrong with my dentist ... he's nice enough and I've been seeign him my whole life. But he flosses like he's trying to uproot every tooth I have. I usually leave with awfully swollen gums and can't comfortably eat till the next day. Anyway the extraction went all right, as all right as an extraction can be. E's B made me a nice lunch of chicken parmigiana (fresh grated parmesan, and by the way that swordfish weapon thing is called a microplane.) I did my best to rid my mouth of all evidence of this before I got to the dentist's office, where he took me in a half hour early. The shot made my mouth feel like it was swelling up on one side adn I was afraid I was going to choke or suffocate or something. But of course that was the worst of it.

Went to HD with Eugene's Brother and brother Barry yesterday. I got new baby plants, a fern and a plant with umbrella-like leaves. E's B (who is making marvelous progress in the "yarden" this summer) finally found the red wax palm that he admires so every time we go to Ala Moana. It was a shocking, amazing, astounding, twenty dollars. Then we went to Costco where I took so long eating a salad that they fisnished shopping before I finished eating.

Might go back for some potting soil today.

I'm still kind of pissed about that tree that I was supposed to get from Bella's but I'm trying to separate it from the rest of the stuff about Bella I'm pissed about. The tree, I should have picked up, and it's not her fault she had to do something with it. Everything else is her fault. Ha. Well, no.

I was lamenting last night that I never got around to writing that letter to her, and now I've lost her address, but E's B suggested just not speaking to her anymore. While usually that would be considered taking the high road in this case there are a few things I would really like to explain to her. A few things about myself, a few things about her kids, a few things about the world that I'm pretty sure she's never considered. After awhile I think, the only appropriate stuff at this point would be those things I would like to tell her about myself that she was never aware of because I never told her. But, I lost the address. Maybe it's better this way?

Saw "Finding Nemo" last night. Cuute!

Say yes to the Manoa Valley dog park!