Orthodontic work yesterday – braces to straighten my crooked teeth and correct an overbite.  Not painful at all the procedure, but when I got home and finally had a chance to make a sandwich for lunch the first bite resulted in a couple of lower brackets breaking away from the teeth to which they’d been anchored.  The dental office was able to get me back in to repair the damage and make a couple of adjustments.  My mouth feels strange and my speech sounds different/feels awkward.  Probably a soft diet for a couple of days.  I’m hoping this intervention will help prevent dentition problems as I get older and, Sparks fans, that I’ll look a little better.

A Logic Game of Sequence

Thanks to Rods for instigating and Laurimo for inadvertently contributing the link that appears to finish the sequence…

Roller Skates:

Roller Skates no Heaven:

No Heaven for Some Reason:

Banished from Heaven Moustache Guy Plays Uke Roller Skates

Oh yeah,



Got The Sail-Rigs

Two of the sail rigs are now in the back of Thursday, the silver 850. I’ll unload them in a minute, and see about getting the back yard mowed. I got a late start yesterday afternoon – Caution-Lady made pizza, and we watched episode three of Petticoat Junction – so only got the front yard mowed. That was great television.

Folbot lateen sail-rig, came with three sails, a Folbot parts bag, four Super seat bottoms, a hiking seat, two tillers, two thwarts, two sets of leeboards.

Folbot lateen sail-rig, came with three sails, a Folbot parts bag, four Super seat bottoms, a hiking seat, two tillers, two thwarts, two sets of leeboards. I stupidly forgot to bring the two rudders...

I arose early this morning, drank coffee, ate oatmeal, washed the cars, cleaned and dressed eight wheels, eight tires, aired them up. By the time I’d finished that, Caution-Lady wanted me to hold little ’76 for awhile. Then it was time to drive down to Chattanooga. I-24 crosses the Elk, and I kept thinking the next bridge was the river. After what seemed a long way, I passed the Elk River sign, and crossed over the point to which I intend to paddle tomorrow.

In Chattanooga, I took the Fourth Avenue exit, left, then right on 23rd, and left again on Dodd. Passed an old house on the hillside to my right with Tara-style columns painted a vulgar red, and a sign which read something like “Yum Yum Good Chinese Food.” Looked disreputable, like something from a Sax Rohmer novel written in a Southern, Raymond-Chandleresque universe through which I happened to be driving. Urban decay and wild, untrimmed growth of hedges, garden plants, indigenous flowering vines.

Because of an unforeseen communication snafu, I had to wait about 40 minutes for the rig’s owner. I sort of enjoyed sitting in the front porch swing at 154, listening to the insects, air smelling of small flowers from the hedge close by, imagining what the neighborhood might have been like when the front entryways had screen doors instead of bars. I learned to paint houses, replace and glaze window panes, on old houses. I like best the ones with raised, cool, concrete porches.

The drive home was pretty uneventful, except near the I-24 West onramp where a tall black transvestite evidently in the throes of drug addiction, mental illness, or both performed a sort of chicken-dance at the occupants of the car ahead of me. I just nodded to the dancer and drove on.

Got around some unconscionably slow drivers outside of Chattanooga, ran into spattering rain that side of Monteagle Mountain (if that’s what it’s really called), got around a brake-rider on a curve coming back down the mountain. By the time I turned at my street, the Sparks were predicting a number of events both probable, then increasingly unlikely. Moscow will march to France, then do the can-can dance…