Saturday, April 29, 2017
Here I go, pulling things out of the trash again. This time, a perfectly fresh and new bouquet of tulips, which I spotted yesterday beneath some coffee grounds in the trash can of the staff lounge at work. Why?! I gathered them up, washed off the coffee grounds and put the flowers on my desk.
My coworkers and I speculated they were given to someone who would rather not receive the attentions of the giver. Maybe there was anger involved. And wouldn't those individuals be shocked to walk into the library and see that the cursed bouquet had risen, like Lazarus, to flourish on my desk?
I brought them home in the evening, though, so now that danger is past.
To be honest, there's probably no drama attached to them at all. They are probably the remnant of a bygone event at the school, or maybe someone just didn't want to bundle them up and carry them home for the long weekend.
Yes! We have a long weekend! Monday is a bank holiday in Britain. Woo hoo!
I'm off to the dentist this morning for my regular cleaning and checkup. I'm debating whether to tell them about the sensitivity I'm having in my back molar -- the one with the gold inlay. Every once in a while, especially when I drink something cold, that tooth buzzes like an electric wire. Sigh. I suppose I should speak up, just to make sure the inlay is sound, but I really don't want anyone to whisper the dreaded phrase "root canal."