Monday, February 20, 2017

Soft Food

I had some dental work done in my mouth on Thursday. I needed a small gum graft to help with a tooth that was sensitive to cold. That required taking some gum from the roof of my mouth and grafting it onto my tooth. I have gum-like dressing covering the two sites.

As such, I can't chew on the left side of my mouth. I also can't brush on that side. I also have to eat soft foods. Even still, four days later. I have introduced myself to cottage cheese. I eat yogurt and cream of wheat. Lots of past and bread. I mean, it's all tasty but also really boring. I just want a pizza or some tacos! Which I was only craving because I couldn't have them. I tried having toast last night and my mouth wasn't quite ready.

I'm hoping by the end of the week I'll be back to semi-solid foods.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Work on a Sunday

I went into work today to finish up some important work that is due at the end of the week. During the actual work week I can get easily distracted, causing important deadline-driven work difficult to get done. So not only am I less distracted on a Sunday, but I also have more motivation to get it done and leave.

However, being in City Hall when it's all dark and empty is kind of creepy. The hallways lights are always on, but the lights in my area are all turned off. I had (silly) thoughts running through my head of some rando hiding in the building, waiting to get me in the bathroom.

Of course nothing happened, and no one was there except a couple other coworkers.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Three Week Hair

When your hair is short you notice its growth. I shaved my head three weeks ago, and normally, when my hair is "normal", I get it cut every six weeks. I never really notice the length increase until a couple days before my scheduled hair cut; that's when I start to notice that it has lots its "shape". But when my hair is super short the growth is very noticeable. I fear I have started the "awkward" stage - it is no longer super short and cute (when it was the most cold), but it grown to the point where I can't yet style it but it also looks unkempt.

I wear hats a lot when I go anywhere that isn't work related. I used to wear a lot of scarves, but that's when it was cold outside.

I look forward to when it's just a bit longer than it is now so it doesn't look like a buzz cut anymore.

Sunday, February 12, 2017


I have two large oak trees in my front yard. Their leaves fell of months ago. I bought a rake and some bags the first part of January, but every weekend since then it's either been cold, or windy, or rainy, or I have been busy. But yesterday was none of those things (it was actually incredibly warm) so I finally got out to rake up the leaves.

I started mid-afternoon and had to take a break to eat some lunch and take a nap. 

I ended up filling up all ten of the bags, and still had leaves left over. It was a lot of work, but I feel satisfied with my work and the way my front lawn looks. I don't even remember the last time I raked leaves. 

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my mom's birthday. This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom. It's a good reminder that before she was my mom, and even now, she was an individual. Someone entirely separate from being my mom and siblings' mom. Not just a grandma. She was once young and had dreams and plans and goals and ideas that didn't involve me. And that is cool.

My mom probably wouldn't like this, but I think of her as the first feminist I knew (before I even knew what a feminist was). My mom moved to the big city (Salt Lake City) from her small hometown of Moreland, Idaho. She was independent and supported herself. Of course she knew how, she grew up on a potato farm with her six sisters. Those Perkes girls did everything - run the tractor, work the harvest, play softball, have fun in the barn, and everything else.

She's always worked hard and supported herself and her family. She does what she wants, always has. She's strong, but sometimes doesn't know it.

So today we celebrate the birth of Pamela Don.

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