I blame the upcoming US election for my emergency dentist appointment. I've been gritting my teeth during the day and grinding them in my sleep at night, but the final culprit was chewing celery. C'mon! Celery?
I loved my dentist, but he retired this summer. This left me with the painful task of finding someone new. I've been asking everyone for recommendations. I researched those recommendations. In a way, it's a different kind of voting. Some people care most about friendliness. Others, cleanliness. I don't want to befriend my dentist. I want to assume any dentist's office is clean. I care about honesty and quality. We're building a very important, long-term relationship and I want it based on trust.
Dr. Neil has 16 hearts on the community page. That's more hearts than anyone else. I hope I'll be able to heart him too. Sometimes the popular vote works out. I'm hoping to get lucky with Dr. Neil, and that the Democrats get a lot of hearts on Tuesday. Actually, I'm hoping the Democrats win everything. I long for congressional oversight and more sense in government.
Not so long ago, a young person said I was talking "almost like a Republican!" I laughed. As I just wrote, I hope the Dems win everything on Tuesday. At the same time, I don't think the Dems are always right. They're just our best hope for actual oversight and responsibility at the moment, and they're the only party that is actually reflecting the views of the majority of the population.
I have a long-term hope that the responsible Republicans will create a viable third party which kicks out the racists, misogynists, climate change deniers, and lunatics. Until then, I'm voting Democrat. I hope you will too. I can't afford the dental bill if you don't.
Enough about the election! I needed a pic of myself for a bio in a magazine and copied it for my profile here. I'm not convinced it looks like me enough. I kept thinking it looks like Mary Poppins. I've always had a soft spot for Julie Andrews, but never thought I looked like her before. I traced my selfie to see what I was getting wrong and thought the tracing looked even less like me. Oh well, better than my 4 year old photo?
Maybe none of us really comprehend what we actually look like? One woman told me her nose was too pointy. I thought she had a cute snub nose. I could see what she was saying, sort of, if you caught her at just the right angle, but I don't think anyone but her would see it without her bemoaning it. Even if they did, I think most would think her pretty. I admire Rembrandt for being brave enough to see himself honestly and to paint himself as he aged.
There's a tiny self portrait in my latest painting, from back in the day when I was young and slim. I actually made this dress out of black velvet although I'm not a seamstress. I was even kicked out of home economics class. Successfully sewing velvet made me pretty pleased with myself. I wrote about wearing this dress once. You can read about it here.