I hope Dr. Naumann, my childhood dentist, is reading this somewhere. For the first time … ever, probably, I purchased dental floss. And I am actually using it. On my teeth. I’m not consistent, but I do it. In fact, I have fibers of mango wedged between my lower incisors right now, and I can’t wait to get home and dig for them.
A flock of what appeared to be black-capped chickadees descended on the church property this week. (Forgive me, Mom, if I’m ornithologically incorrect here.) Tiny little things, just hopping all over the place looking for seeds. Peck. Hop. Peck. Hop. Peck.