November 8 is the anniversary of my father's death.
Hard time of year.
I went to the dentist today. We talked about all sorts of things. He loves France where he has a second home he rents out for most of the year. Sounds delightful. If my ship ever comes in, I shall definitely go to France to see Paris through his eyes.
Meanwhile, my teeth - give the choice between walking or teeth - as in I have to give up one of them, I chose keep my teeth only to degenerate faster. So I chose walking.
Walking was so difficult, the staff at MOMs had someone escort me out to the car. I was so glad. I had been working up my courage to ask them to walk me out. My dentist stands at the door to watch me get up the stairs to his office then watches me when I leave.
Plummeting down the degeneration trail.