Every minute

I had a problem with my jaw this week. I woke up Tuesday and it felt out of joint. It hurt Tuesday and Wednesday, and Thursday I was starting to wonder if there was a serious problem. So I made an appointment to go to the Chiropractor and have him pop it back in. This morning I woke up feeling great. But because I had an appointment, I figured I might as well go in.

So I went to the chiropractor with no real complaints, but feeling a sense of obligation because I'd made an appointment.

After 2 1/2 hours, I'm $270 lighter and they want me to come back Tuesday. And bear in mind the reason I went in the first place was a jaw problem that cleared itself up. So it cost me 2 1/2 hours and $270 to feel coming out exactly like I did going in.

And they want me to come back Tuesday for another $60 session. Apparently I have all sorts of spinal alignment issues.

Uh-huh.

I just called them back and canceled my follow-up without a reschedule. They say there's one born every minute, but this time his name's not going to be Ox.

Nice and cozy

Every once in a while, someone gives a gift so extraordinary that it actually impacts how I live my life. Last year, Shanta gave me just such a gift... my Bodum Cozy.

From Bodum Cozy

I love my Bodum Cozy.

Thanks, Shan!

Grits ain't groceries

Friday nights I make pizza. Saturday mornings Ames makes a huge breakfast.

This last weekend, it was very hot here in the Northwest. I think it was 90 F on Friday when I was biking home. Not perhaps hot by Southern standards, but people here don't generally have air conditioning. So yeah, it was hot. It was hot enough Ames decided to have a light breakfast: she sauteed some onions and peppers, scrambled some eggs, and cut some fruit.

When she called us all for breakfast, the youngest asked what was for breakfast. Ames told her, and she demanded in her most stentorian, Ghost of Christmas Present voice, ``Are there no grits? Is there no bacon?"

Sometimes I'm overcome with pride.