A very wet day

I did a very foolish thing three months ago!  I scheduled my next dental appointment at the very crack of dawn!  Ten in the morning!  That may not sound frightfully early to you, but to us evening work folk, it is way too early to be out and about.  I must have been unwisely assuming that I would not be working the evening before, as in the past I seldom worked on Sunday evening.  Things seem to have changed and now I too frequently do.  So I got home from work, sadly set my alarm, and then this morning, as dawn was breaking, dragged myself out of bed.  Margaret was shocked and wondered what was going on.  “It’s not Sunday,” she said.  “You don’t have to get up for church!.”  Somehow, church and singing seem much more worth getting up for than going to the dentist.  I struggled to a state of semi-wakefulness, and dejectedly observed that rain was coming down in buckets.  To walk or to take the bus, that was the question!  I opted to walk, as I hate waiting at the bus stop.  I arrived, wet and bedraggled.   About half way through my teeth cleaning, I told Joan, my hygienist that I thought I was awake now.  She apologized, I daresay thinking that she had woken me up by a jab with one of her instruments.  “No,” I said, “I am just gradually coming to life.” 

Earlier in the week, I lost my tiny little scissors, which are a sine qua non of my work life.  I use them all the time, and hate it when I don’t have them.  Besides being immanently useful, they are cute and pink, an added asset.  When I discovered that they were no longer in my pocket,  I went around pathetically asking everyone if they had seen them, but no one had.  I finally found them in my tooth brush case (another story altogether,) but I realized that, as this would have been the third pair I had lost, I needed a backup pair of scissors – cute and pink preferred.  So after the dentist, I went to the cute-little-Japanese-things store.  I knew they would have an exactly perfect pair of scissors for my pocket at work.  And they did.  They had lots of other tempting things too.  I got an yellow polka dot umbrella for $1.50, some pencils,  some nice cooking chopsticks, and the cunning little knitting case for a pair of socks in progress.  So, despite being half asleep for much of my outing, I deemed it a success.