This is the view from my regular chair in the dentist’s office. It’s a pretty view, but I think they only put people who are afraid of going there in this room. It’s been “my” room since I started going to this dentist in… er… 1993? About a year before I got married the first time. Isn’t that funny? My relationship with this dentist office (tenuous, rocky, mildly antagonistic) has lasted about three times longer than my first marriage.
It’s a pretty view. I just don’t like seeing it. And we may change dentists soon, so this may be the last time I see it.
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.