The Prize

The dentist visit went well yesterday. He has no cavities, and as a prize for being good, he got himself a Black & Decker play tool set. It came with a screwdriver, hammer, two bolts with nuts, and two nails. When I was a good boy at the dentist office at that age, I got that plastic frog with the tab on his ass that you would push down and it would jump into the air, tumble around and land on its back. When did full toy tool sets come into play? If my satanic old dentist from when I was a little boy had given me toys like that, I wouldn't have locked myself in the bathroom at his office to avoid going in there. I also probably wouldn't have tried to escape from his chair as he was approaching me. I'da thought, 'Hey, all I have to do is suffer through this hairy nosed beast for a few minutes, and I'll get myself a radio controlled hovercraft.' That totally would have gotten me through the horrors of my former dentist. Well, maybe not totally, but it certainly would have helped.

We're also watching the Yosemite fires with great interest right now, as we've got reservations to be camping there in a few weeks. We're not so much concerned with the lack of power, as we'll be using a nearly 35 year old tent trailer, but with the abundance of smoke. It's going to be little E's first trip to the great valley, and if we can't see the top of half dome from the Ahwahnee, then why go? Hopefully, by the time it comes around to us leaving, the smoke will also be gone. My dad and I have to go over to my wife's parents house, as it's there tent trailer, and rewire the hitch again. We seem to do this almost every time we leave. I went over there the other day to check it to make sure it worked, and it blew my brake fuse. So something's not right. I figured we'd go anyway, but I don't suppose it's a good idea for the people behind me to not know when I'm slowing down. It may cause a problem I don't want.