Today’s late start is because of an early dentist appointment. I chose the cinnamon over the mint for the polishing. My teeth are now clean and bright. Wear sunglasses if you see me.

I have to go back out again today. This is 4 days in a row out of the house, but I’m thinking I should count today as two trips. I have to get dressed again. I even have a possibility for tomorrow which would be a new record for me: 5 days in a row leaving the house. I’m exhausted. Interacting with people is tiring. I hate it when I’m asked, What’s new?” I’m tempted to make up an answer. Bungee jumping? Hand gliding? Demolition derby? (Okay, I suspect this last one might be a bit beyond the pale. Just go with it). But truth will out I suppose. I haven’t been doing much. Notice the much, an indefinite tally.

Today is beautiful. The breeze is curtain blowing strong. The leaves on the pines and the oaks are all swaying. The air is dry. It is 77˚, the high for the day. It will get cloudy later, and rain is predicted for tomorrow, thunder and rain, but I’m skeptical. I’ll believe the weatherman when I get wet.

When I was little, I played with dolls. My favorite was a Ginny Doll. She was small. She had great hair and a superb wardrobe. Her furniture was pink. I had a few pieces of it: her bed, her armoire and a chair. Ginny had matching boots with a raincoat, a summer straw hat, summer dresses and traditional outfits of different countries. My Ginny had clothes from Holland. She also had pajamas so I used to tuck her into bed. She never wanted a story.

I have a couple of dolls from my childhood. One is the aforementioned Ginny Doll, but sadly, her accessories didn’t survive the years, and she does need an appointment at a hairdresser’s, but other than those, Ginny is healthy and probably happy. She is standing on the top of the book case and dressed for an outside jaunt. My other doll didn’t come with a name. She is made of cloth, had long blond hair in braids, red overalls and a white shirt. The overalls have a patch which came with the overalls. She is sitting in the small white chair my father’s uncle made for me when I was three. She is almost a perfect fit except her feet don’t touch the floor. I don’t think mine did either.