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A Few Twinges
Tuesday, January 5, 1999 I'm looking forward to Potlatch 8, which will happen in a few weeks. I think Jack told me one of the first times we met that he wanted to attend it -- a mark of good taste on his part! It still isn't decided whether we will drive down together, take the train together, or get there separately. I have more flexibility in this area than he does, since he has to think about his daughter's school and getting her to her mom's place that weekend.
I've not been having pain from the tooth that's going to get a root canal done on it (observe the displacement: "it", not "me"), but now that it's actually scheduled I'm feeling some twinges. I was surprised yesterday when I got a call from the receptionist at the endodontist: the dental insurance that I thought I was enrolled in had expired at the end of December! So today I contacted the agency I work for and got the updated info. I know they probably mailed us a notification on this change, but I didn't look at it. On the good side of this change, I won't have to make a special trip to Burien, down near the airport, in order to get the preferred provider rate of reimbursement. On the bad side, my appointment is now delayed for a week. My fingers are crossed that the tooth won't "blow up," as my dentist and endodontist so quaintly put it, between now and then.
I worked about twelve hours today, which I needed to do. I have a bunch of things to take care of, and I only worked until my normal time yesterday, despite coming in a few hours late. I stayed until we were served our Indian food dinner, which I ate with my manager and one of the developers. But tomorrow night I need to do some straightening up around here. I'm sponsoring a cacophony event this Saturday afternoon that will involve people coming over here, and they'll need room to work. The later part of tomorrow evening, Thursday night, and Friday night, are all devoted to dancing, so tomorrow when I get home from work, and Saturday morning, are the only times I'll have to get ready. You might say that I don't have to go dancing those times. You might say it, but you'd be wrong! A reader commented in his initial letter to me, about how he liked that I was unembarrassed by my own preferences. I appreciated that and other compliments, but the phrase surprised me. I'd never thought of any preferences of mine as something that might embarrass me! But he clarified, "It seems very refreshing to see/hear someone express passion without self-consciousness. Your enthusiam for dancing, cinema, good web construction, etc. make you more vital...more alive...more interesting." I wonder, is my apparent lack of self-conciousness due to hard-won maturity? Would I have worried about what others were thinking, if I'd started this journal at a younger age? Or is it blithe egotism? What I do must be right, so why not share with an eagerly waiting world. Maybe naïveté? Probably it's a combination of all of these.
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