"I don't fit in these seats!" says Miss Lucy. I didn't actually take this picture, as I am the one driving home from the orthodontist appointment, for which we go all the way to Winchester. I walked around outside in the heat with the dog and she met a number of very exciting people, so I guess she was tired. This was such an unusual posture that I told Terry to take a picture. Miracle of miracles, dog still in position for photo... Sometimes I dread these trips to the dentist as they require long periods of time in very close quarters with moody adolescent. But today we had nice conversation, in which I carefully restrained judgmental remarks (this one Wants to push buttons and to be extreme... and he's angry constantly), and carefully took him at face value even though I know full well that some of his stated intentions are, well, more statements than actual intentions. It's hard to remind myself sometimes that I've been around the emotional block too. The drive got off on the right foot, however, because I confided that I had "forgotten" more than one orthodontic appointment in my teenage years. "I'm not allowed to forget," muttered the permanently enraged Terry.
