Here I am in my own special Halloween costume.
Fresh back from the oral surgeon yesterday. There I had a second molar, #30 removed, goodbye number thirty, and an implant anchor drilled into my jaw bone. Lets hear it for sedation, I was semi-conscious but didn't feel a thing. Love this spiffy wimple holding an ice pack against my jaw to reduce the swelling.
Armed with antibiotics, pain killers, ice packs and special peroxide mouth rinse, hoping that I will heal well over the next few days and in some period of time, can't remember how long we have to wait, I will have a new faux #30 installed. The trials and tribulations of aging. All I can say is I am glad to have some money set aside for such things and don't have to go around with a rotten tooth or a hole in my mouth forever. The surgeon says the second molars do 90% of the chewing, kind of a key tooth, I wouldn't want to live without.
Otherwise life is moving along. I was happy to get my 60 cloves of garlic in the ground last week, to be 60 heads for next year.
The first frost finally came on the night of October 18. That prompted the digging of the sweet potatoes. About 5 gallons are currently curing under the bed. Much smaller than last years beasts, but that's alright, I actually prefer the smaller ones to roast whole into sweet nuggets that can be eaten skin and all. We covered up the peppers because they are still loaded wth big green fruits that I want to ripen and also the green beans, so we are still harvesting from those.
The fall crops seem happy and the frost slowed down the caterpillars a bit for which I am grateful. So now we move into meals with many greens; lettuce, tatsoi, kale, collards and eventually I hope some cabbages and broccoli, despite their late planting.
Another cool thing recently was Leonard Bergey and his beautiful team of Percheron horses who came over to plow one of the pastures up on the creamery. Such gorgeous animals and Leonard is masterful with the gentle giants, he is a whisperer for sure.
OK- off to a bowl of soup prepared by my handsome nurse David. (Please forgive any percocet induced misspelling or poor grammar within this post.)