Recently:

• Offered (and accepted) an upaid curatorial internship at a big local hospital.
• Currently teaching digital photography to six-year-olds. I'm tempted to say that this has been a nightmare, but we have another week to go and things may change yet / I may learn something even more than they have.
• Brogan goes in on Wednesday to get that lip-lump removed and biopsied.
• I've not been reading nearly half as much as I'd like to.
• I've not made any art (but the good part: I have a desire to do so.)
• Working every single Saturday evening serving weddings until the end of time. I'll be a wedding connoisseur by the time summer is done.
• New-found love for blueberries. I loathed them for a long time.
• Attempting to get an Oriole to stick around by putting orange halves out. He/she has not shown any interest so far.
• I need to re-learn how to live an unscheduled life. Everything I do has become very regimented and orderly; I plan my days out, I nearly plan my meals out. This has started within the last year and a half. Now that I'm out of school it bothers the hell out of me, and at the same time it seems that I now have a hard time functioning otherwise.
•  Had two wisdom teeth pulled out. That solved the toothache problem.
• My cousin is getting married in Portland this weekend. I've wanted to visit Portland for a number of years now, but it's on the opposite end of the country. The weather is nearly identical to Ireland's, the art culture is massive, amongst a big slew of other good qualities. Alas, I will be here, serving another wedding.
• The garden is growing nicely; 18 tomato plants, pole beans, wax beans, kale, cabbage, zucchini, cucumber, eggplant, celery, peppers, lots of herbs and a few other things.
• The weather is extremely hot. My six-year-old aspiring photographers have hated me for taking them out in it. It makes one tired, lethargic, unmotivated. Few things make me as grumpy as being hot and uncomfortable does. If this keeps up, I'm moving to Svalbard.

My teeth hate me.

The night before / morning of commencement practice I had a fairly awful toothache that kept me awake for the majority of the night. It was a Friday morning. My dentist's office is conveniently closed on Fridays and they have a message on their machine that says "if you have a true dental emergency, please press whatever button."

Unsure of what constitutes a "true dental emergency" (my mind immediately went to broken teeth, puddles of blood, loads of pain, awful awful things, not "dull achy nagging miserableness" that keeps one up at night) I called my previous dentist. Unfortunately, all they had to say was "Sorry, you haven't been here in a while and although your dentist's office is closed you need to go somewhere else." Glad I left them as one can see how incredibly helpful they are.

A professor was so worried about me that she actually scheduled an appointment for me with her own dentist for that day while I was at rehersal. I thought for sure I was going to need a root canal, but the dentist thought otherwise. It was a tooth that had been chipped a while ago, the filling came off less of a while ago, and I was just waiting for school to be over in order to take care of everything. Apparently the tooth didn't want to wait anymore. She put a new filling on it, and sent me on my way. The pain was gone.

Cue two days ago when the achyness started to come back-but not exactly from the same spot. Off and on. Don't ask me why, two days ago, I didn't call the dentist. Oh I remember why; because I didn't want to spend the money so "I'll just wait and see if it goes away in a few days." Now it's 6am Friday morning, my mouth is in awfully bad pain in a spot that seems to move around on the left side, and despite feeling completely exhausted I haven't slept a wink because of it. Motrin hasn't helped. My dentist's office is, once again, closed.


And today is my first day of work at the golf course.


Lovely lovely lovely.