A THING OF SHREDS AND
3 September 2003
I've been patched!
Cindy's office staff apparently never gave her my message about losing half my tooth in
LA recently, so she never set up an appointment for me. Figuring it was too late, I
dropped her an e-mail two days ago just to let her know she should set something up for
when I get back. Instead, she called.
She doesn't see patients on Tuesdays, so asked if I could come in first thing this
morning and she'd check the tooth. It was kind of nice being there when it was just the
two of us. Since she had knee surgery a few weeks before my accident, and since by the
time she was ready to ride bikes again, I was not able to, I haven't really seen her in a
very long time. My last dental appointment was with the hygienist, and Cindy's role was to
just stop by, check x-rays, and say hi.
Today it was heavy duty dentist - patient time, but we also got caught up on all the
gossip, tales of her recent vacation to her husband's family in the Netherlands, my
upcoming trip, my recovery, etc.
Going to Cindy for dental work is like going to a beauty shop--lots of chit chat along with
the business end of things.
We discussed my two options--having her do a crown prep and putting on a temporary
crown, or patching the tooth with a plastic "bandaid" and we decided on the
patch, as the thing that was less likely to cause me problems while I'm away.
An hour later, my tooth feels as good as new and I have an appointment for
October 29 to start the whole crown work to fix it more permanently. I do love Cindy as a
dentist. I can truly say that I have not felt a twinge of pain whenever she has worked on
my mouth. I don't even feel the injections she gives, since she numbs the gum so
thoroughtly first. I dunno...maybe all dentists are like that now-a-days, but I ain't
about to try another one and find out. I don't know what I'll do when she retires (though
since she's younger than I am, maybe that won't be an issue for awhile yet).
So with my choppers now back in good working order, I set my wheels for the Bay Area. I
will miss my mother's 84th birthday by a day and so I told her I would take her to lunch
before I leave. We had a lovely afternoon. I got there early, so we had a cup of coffee
and just chatted for awhile.
Then we went to the Hilltop Cafe, overlooking
beautiful, scenic Novato (check the 360º panorama on the web site) and had a leisurely
lunch, much too much food, especially the tiramisu that we shared for dessert, which was
enough for a party of four. But decidedly tasty.
On our return from lunch, we sat and chatted some more and I was watching the dove on
the porch. My mother has a hanging basket and each year, a pair of doves raises several
families, laying their eggs in the basket. This has been going on for years and I've never
been there when there are babies. I've seen mom getting ready to lay eggs, I've seen eggs
in the nest, and I've seen babies who have gotten old enough to leave the nest but not
quite brave enough to leave the porch, but I've never ever been there when there were
babies in the next. I've just kind of given up on it.
But the mother was sitting rather high on the nest today--at the end of the
season she always is, because she's not only sitting on the shreds that make up the
nesting material, but on the guano that has accumulated over her many confinements.
I mentioned that she was sitting up high and asked if she was sitting on eggs.
"No, there are babies in there," my mother said.
BABIES???? I'd actually timed it right and there were two tiny babies in the
Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to get a good photo because (a) I have to shoot
through the mesh on the window, and (b) there's a damn leaf in the way (and I
obviously can't go out and say "excuse me, Mother Dove, but I just have to move this
leaf so I can take a photo of your lovely babies.") But I did what I could and for
the first time ever, finally have photographic evidence that I have seen baby doves in the