I recently moved my radio/CD player into the computer room, and I've been experimenting with various stations. My husband, who is allowed to listen to his radio at work, told me some time back about Delilah; I've found her to be a delightful alternative to evening television when there's nothing to watch but reruns. Of course, my favorite kind of music is American folk, and you don't get much of that on most radio stations. I could bring my Grace Internet radio in here and listen to my preferred music with no commercial interruptions, but I go to sleep listening to that; so it stays in the bedroom.
One thing I've discovered about myself: I can only stand noise for so long before it begins to irritate me... even if that noise is my kind of music playing.
On another note: Last summer I decided to get some much-needed dental work done. I consulted with the dentist, we agreed on what needed to be done, and the plan was submitted to my insurance company. They turned it down, because I had gone, on my own, to an oral surgeon and gotten a tooth pulled. Evidently that constitutes a "pre-existing condition" in their book.
I don't know what finally persuaded the company to help me out, but in January I got a call from the dentist's office saying the work had been approved. Finally!
So I went for another consult, since so many months had passed, and made an appointment to start getting things done.
Cliff said it'll be a whole new me, the way I'm getting body parts re-shaped and replaced. He suggested I go ahead and get the knees done too; I told him not to get pushy, because I might run away if I get new knees.
Our income tax refund should arrive in a few days. Cliff and I will split that money: his half goes into his tractor fund; mine will go, this year, to the dentist, because our dental insurance really isn't all the great. I'm thankful we have it, though; it pays half of the total cost.
Friday I will get my hair cut; I always know it's time when we're in the car going someplace and Cliff asks, "Did you comb your hair?"
My kinky hair looks pretty good without any effort on my part, as long as I keep it short.
I set out to do a boring entry, and I do believe I've succeeded. If you're made it this far and are still awake, congratulations.