Monday is our dentist day. I'm slowly trying to get us reorganized into groups so we're not just always going to the dentist. I managed to get three kids in yesterday, but I think it really needs to be two two and two. And Matt needs to stop wildly making appointments without calling me. And I need to stop chipping my teeth and getting holes in them and stuff (that's all technical language).
If you had told me twenty years ago that one of the things I would like best about where I lived was the dentist, I first would not have believed you and second would have wept, because when you say it like that, it sounds kind of terrible. The dentist is necessarily a place of woe, trauma, pain, guilt, and childhood sadness. But at our dentist, this is what happens.
No weeping. Just vague boredom and book reading. It's so astonishing.
Even I, who go all the time for my wretched teeth, no longer freak out in terror and anxiety. I have even figured out how to mumble with my mouth wide open.
So yes, the dentist is one of my favorite things about Binghamton. You should think about moving here for the awesome dentist. Also, I have some lovely friends I could introduce you to, and a top notch church. And then there's this.
I do love the Unitarian church. “Activist. Orator. Intellectual.” I am sorely sorely tempted to pop by.
But do be warned, if you move here, the weather is a……I don't think the word I was thinking of is appropriate so never mind.
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