..should I make sure that my heart has a brain?
A Year and a Word
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Poss(um)-ibilities
My San Diego family has been having some nocturnal visitors. These visitors show their presence by leaving holes dug under the fence. It was a possibility that the culprits were skunks - mostly due to "eau de Polecat" wafting in the morning air on occasion.
So they hired a guy to come and live-trap them - whatever they were - and relocate them to someplace else. Cat food is the bait of choice - an irresistible delicacy to most critters who are enticed into said traps.
To their surprise - the midnight diggers were possums. This is #5 - who was released in the same spot as numbers 1 thru 4 - several miles away by the banks of the San Diego River.
We figure that if they find their way back to the house - jonesing for more cat food - it probably won't be before 2015.
We expect...and hope...that they're having some happy family reunions right about now.
Possums have "smiles" that look rather vicious. However - the Possum Police insisted that they are really quite friendly and docile creatures.
To prove his point - he stuck his finger in the cage and proceeded to touch the possum's toothy grin. His finger remained unscathed - still attached to his hand.
Nobody wanted to challenge his theory. We're all aware that there's a first time for everything. We prefer our fingers intact - thank you very much.
But now we all have a new appreciation for that cute possum smile.
I think RS has captured the 'essence of possum' quite nicely.
I think he's been practicing...
So they hired a guy to come and live-trap them - whatever they were - and relocate them to someplace else. Cat food is the bait of choice - an irresistible delicacy to most critters who are enticed into said traps.
To their surprise - the midnight diggers were possums. This is #5 - who was released in the same spot as numbers 1 thru 4 - several miles away by the banks of the San Diego River.
We figure that if they find their way back to the house - jonesing for more cat food - it probably won't be before 2015.
We expect...and hope...that they're having some happy family reunions right about now.
To prove his point - he stuck his finger in the cage and proceeded to touch the possum's toothy grin. His finger remained unscathed - still attached to his hand.
Nobody wanted to challenge his theory. We're all aware that there's a first time for everything. We prefer our fingers intact - thank you very much.
But now we all have a new appreciation for that cute possum smile.
I think he's been practicing...
Monday, July 4, 2011
(Not so) FAQ's #14
How did you get that scar in your mouth?
You may wonder how that question appeared in my mind on this day, July 4, 2011. I did have to go way back in the recesses of my memory to find it.
This is a question I've been asked by every new dentist I've ever visited. There really is a scar - on the roof of my mouth - a result of a rather weird accident on the 4th of July (I'm guessing here) 1960.
We were living in Hibbing, MN at the time. I was on the trapeze on our swing set - holding my
pride-and-joy purchase from the 4th of July parade: a red, white & blue wooden baton.
One end was a ball adorned in massive amounts of silver glitter. The other end was basically a stick.
I was holding the baton in my hand - stick side up - and decided to swing strong and then jump off the trapeze. It was something I did all the time - just never with a stick in my hand.
When I landed - my feet hit the ground and the opposite re-action was the upward motion of my arms. The stick found its way into my (obviously) open mouth. Net result - roof puncture!
I clearly remember that it didn't really hurt. What started the panic was when I realized that I was bleeding. What I didn't know at the time was how serious it could have been if the stick had gone in about 1/4 inch further.
I was lucky. The guardian angel of glitzy batons was watching over me that day.
It healed fine, left a scar...
...and has puzzled dentists ever since.
You may wonder how that question appeared in my mind on this day, July 4, 2011. I did have to go way back in the recesses of my memory to find it.
This is a question I've been asked by every new dentist I've ever visited. There really is a scar - on the roof of my mouth - a result of a rather weird accident on the 4th of July (I'm guessing here) 1960.
We were living in Hibbing, MN at the time. I was on the trapeze on our swing set - holding my
One end was a ball adorned in massive amounts of silver glitter. The other end was basically a stick.
I was holding the baton in my hand - stick side up - and decided to swing strong and then jump off the trapeze. It was something I did all the time - just never with a stick in my hand.
When I landed - my feet hit the ground and the opposite re-action was the upward motion of my arms. The stick found its way into my (obviously) open mouth. Net result - roof puncture!
I clearly remember that it didn't really hurt. What started the panic was when I realized that I was bleeding. What I didn't know at the time was how serious it could have been if the stick had gone in about 1/4 inch further.
I was lucky. The guardian angel of glitzy batons was watching over me that day.
It healed fine, left a scar...
...and has puzzled dentists ever since.
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