October 5th, 2015

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To Bite, Or Not To Bite

Well, I didn't get around to cleaning the gutters today. I woke up early enough, but an hour later I went back to sleep and didn't wake up again until almost one o'clock in the afternoon. By that time it had gotten pretty warm out, and I didn't feel like doing it. Maybe tomorrow. There's no rush anyway. This is the trash company's recycling week, so I wouldn't be able to put the vegetation bins out until next week.

Whatever the wind stirred up has been giving my respiratory a workout. I've been alternately stuffy and sneezy for the last two days, plus I've been getting periodic sinus headaches. Fall sets off my allergies almost as strongly as spring does anymore. I should probably be living in some place that's entirely paved over. That sort of place would probably still have mold, though, so I might as well stay where the allergens at least come with a view of the stars.

The stars are pretty bright tonight, so the moon won't be up for a couple of hours yet and the clouds are staying over the higher mountains. The wind has died down, and only an occasional breeze stirs the leaves. The leaves are still falling, though, however infrequently. Every once in a while I hear one brush against the other leaves on its way to the ground. When they hit the ground there is no sound audible to me unless one happens to fall atop another leaf, and then they create only a soft click. I'll bet the feral cats can hear them hit, but I don't have cat hearing. I even have less human hearing than I once had. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hear the falling leaves at all.

Speaking of aging, my failure to get the $4,000+ of dental work I was told I needed over three years ago is now catching up with me. Tonight the molar crown that has been deteriorating for ages finally came loose. It hasn't fallen out completely, but it feels like its hanging on a hinge. I'm trying to keep it there as long as possible, as once it comes out the only thing between me and a toothache is the stump under the crown and whatever residual dental glue is still clinging to it.

I still don't have money to get it fixed, and Medicare doesn't pay for dental care. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about the impending disaster. The total amount of work that needs done is by now probably way over $4,000, and I have no way of raising that much, and it's unlikely I could borrow it either. I've been pinching pennies to save enough for the taxes this year. I suspect that my diet is about to get a lot soupier.

Well, I guess I'll cross that bridge (dental pun) when it starts making me scream from the excruciating pain. In the meantime I've got some remaining fairly hard foods I should finish off before they become utterly impossible to eat. I hope the stores start having sales on mush. My supply is pretty low.