Did I Sew?

No, I did not. The universe is conspiring against me. After breakfast, I went out to work in the greenhouse for a while. The husband was getting ready to till the garden and had to roll up the billboard tarps and black plastic that we had down over the winter, so I helped him with that. I had decided that I would work in the greenhouse until lunchtime, then spend the afternoon sewing.

Around 11:30, I went in to make lunch. Our weekend lunches are almost always sausage and potatoes—some friends of ours own a local processing company that makes a brand called Redneck Sausage and we eat a lot of it. We were almost done with lunch when I bit down on something hard and realized that the crown on my molar had popped off. This has happened before, also on a weekend. 🫤

I called the dentist’s office and left a message. We have a new dentist, although not by choice. We have been seeing a wonderful woman dentist for over 30 years. She is about my age. Everyone in her office was great and she never had a problem with my aversion to x-rays. She had a stroke last June and can no longer practice, although she still comes in a few days a week to manage the office. She had already hired this new dentist before her stroke because she was planning on retiring at some point.

[Each exam room has a TV and patients can request to have it on during procedures. One day I went in for a cleaning and the receptionist couldn’t wait to tell me that one of their patients had been watching HGTV during her dental procedure and my episode of “Knitty Gritty” came on, LOL.]

The new dentist texted me back right away and said he wasn’t available but he would figure out a way to get me in to have the crown put back on temporarily. One of his assistants called a few minutes later and said she would meet me at the office to do the procedure, so I drove into town. It took her about 30 minutes to clean the crown and re-cement it. I have another appointment at 7:00 am tomorrow for the dentist to decide how to proceed. The crown has a chip at the base so it may have to be replaced.

By the time I got home and fed chickens, it was after 3:00 pm and I didn’t feel like doing anything. I am getting a bit tired of having my schedule upended every day.

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The husband put up the fence in the chicken yard so the little chickens could go out without getting beaten up by the big chickens. No one wants to be the first one out the door:

Eventually, though, one brave one goes out. The big chickens all gather around to watch:

We noticed that one of the little chickens is very curious. Every time one of us goes into the coop to fill the feeders and gather eggs, most of the little chickens huddle in the corner away from us. One of them, though, always scoots right up to the fencing of their little room and gives us the side eye. She doesn’t seem the least bit afraid.

The big and little chickens will stay separated until the middle of the summer. By then, the little chickens will be big enough to hold their own against the other chickens. Light Brahmas (the chicks) are one of the larger breeds.

Roo has grown into his role as the king of the coop. He very much reminds me of Dave, his father. I wish I could find a home for the smaller white rooster. He has the potential to be a good rooster, too, but he needs his own harem.

The husband tilled the entire garden yesterday, so now I can put the black plastic and weed barriers down in preparation for planting in a few weeks. I wonder how many people got faked out by the nice weather and put plants out, only to have them succumb to three nights of 20F temperatures.