My Toothy Grin

Today was a rather busy day off. It started out with a physical therapy appointment. The knee is improving slowly, but enough that we'll probably be able to drop down to once weekly sessions. It will probably still be quite a while before I'll be up to restarting the Couch-to-5K plan, but after 16 years of dysfunctional knee, I kind of have to take the long view.

After that appointment, I had about an hour to come home and brush and floss, and brush and floss, and brush and floss before my first dental cleaning in, well....let's just say it had been a while. And although I've had a good bit of work done and, as a result, do try to take good care of my teeth, I was a little worried they'd whip out that pink stuff that finds all the plaque so they could tell me how horrible I am as a tooth brusher. Turns out they're not so big on the shame thing. Or maybe my sister-in-law, who works in the clinic as a dental assistant, told them not to make me cry.

Actually, the verdict was quite good. Everyone was very impressed that I'd kept my teeth up so well without their able assistance. It's a good thing, too, because it kept the poking-around-in-my-mouth-with-sharp-instruments part at a very bearable level. And I left a very happy man with my little grab bag of brand new toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss. It's not quite as fun as the cheap rings I used to get at the dentist when I was a kid, but I'm kind of getting into the age range where just leaving with the same teeth you went in with is a good thing. David has an appointment Wednesday morning and it's been even longer since he's had a checkup, so he's just a tad nervous.

After all the running around of the day, the evening was low-key and relaxed. The mail carrier delivered two balls of Opal sock yarn in colorways based on works by Friedensreich Hundertwasser. Absolutely brilliant, and when I learned about them I had to have some. I got mine from Woodland Woolworks, and I'd be hard-pressed to say which influenced my selection more - the actual colors or the colorway names (Seeschlange and Die Straße zum Sozialismus). Considering my general deep-seated aversion to orange and the fact that the latter colorway contains a fair bit of it, I'm inclined to think the names were the tipping point.

I also got a good bit done on the Shedir for Daphne. This photo was taken with the crap work camera the other morning.



I've now finished the main cable section and have started on the decrease rounds. Soon it will be time to switch to two circs or dpn's (I'm undecided at the moment), and I think I should be able to finish this up in plenty of time to present Daphne with the finished hat when we head that way next week.

Republican Hypocrite Is a Repetitive Redundancy

Or at least that's how it seems these days. The latest to hit the news, of course, is gay-bashing Idaho senator Larry Craig's arrest (and subsequent guilty plea) for soliciting toilet sex from a plainclothes cop at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport.

Now, I understand that there are people who like to get off in public places, sometimes with people whose name(s) they do not know. As long as the arrangement is consensual and as long as the parties involved are discreet and not deceiving a life partner who understands their relationship to be monogamous (or the other members of a closed poly relationship, as the case may be), then I really have no particular complaint with it. Live and let live, as far as I'm concerned.

If, however, you are a married man and powerful politician who has made a political career on social conservative stances that would deny equal protections to same-sex couples and hate crimes protection to lgbt people and who then turns around and tries to suck some anonymous dick in an airport toilet, I have just a wee bit of trouble with that.