Dentist and The David's

I woke up in my blue room with drawer, bookshelf closet and bathroom, plus sofa and bed, going upstairs and blogging until I took a shower. Mom was getting ready to leave to the eye doctor, and got up and did everything she needed to do, getting things in the car and things of that nature. We were to do schoolwork and Julie to help us, and so Rebecca and I went down to the dark basement to wake her up. She was already a little woken up, on her phone in the bed. We hugged Mom goodbye before staying down with Julie, talking for a little over different things before we turned on the light and she got ready. We laughed a little and talked as she went upstairs with us in our kitchen. She made Rebecca a waffle and me a toasted bagel, although the first time it was a little TOO toasted. The second time though it was very good. Thank you for making us breakfast Julie. Very nice of you. After eating we went up to Mom's bedroom and got my history textbook, and my math one. All of Rebecca's toys were on the couch so I had really nowhere to sit until she moved them. Then I did math about lines and polygons, and I would've done more than 5 pages, but everything required something of a protractor, something we didn't have. History was more interesting as I learned of the rise of the U.S.S.R. (men of steel jerks) and Hitler in Germany and the Mussolini guy (der Fuhr and II Duce were mean, terrible people, as I also saw in the Holocaust Museum). Hitler killed numerous people, and is probably the most hated name in history...perhaps. Napoleon and Al Capone our certainly up there too. Oh well. I kind of enjoy history.

I wanted to know the history of the Grimm Brothers, and so I did a little research online. I found out that they were two brothers of a family of nine, and that they were the second and third children, Jacob the 2nd and Wilhelm the 3rd. I also discovered that they were German Law Students, and that they wanted to preserve Germanic Folklore, and so they asked storytellers, old people in villages, and visited actual books collecting their material. They weren't trying to entertain anyone or present good stories, they were simply preserving the past. Well, the stories got popular with kids and so they and their publishers had to fix the stories to make them more for young people and have good morals and endings. Mine's a junior deluxe addition, an old kid one. Another interesting thing I learned is that Wilhelm died December 16th, 1859. Today. So it would be kind of cool and symbolic if I finished the book on this day. I only have two stories left. While I'm on this subject I may as well say that the stories are mostly repetition based, and usually have an old mean women or evil step mom, a princess that somebody marries, and some have old English. It's German based stories so instead of Cinderella (Stepmother calls her that because she's no good as a cinder) they call the character Aschenputtel, like Ashes. Kind of funny actually. Anyway, that's that about the stories.

I was blogging when Mom came back, us saying hello as we stayed around. Mom said we were going to the Dentist and then after an hour or so to the David's house, and so I got a green collared shirt and nice jeans, as to look nice at the David's and the Dentist. After Julie left to go to work we left for the Dentist, in the jeep actually, because a guy was going to paint the suburban (had some scratches). In the jeep we went down Mimosa Rd where my church, first baptist and the David's house is, going down a little road with a large antique shop on the left with statues, trucks and a flat roofed building going up a hill was. On the right was some car place with old dirty cars and Hick's Automotive on the top, where Lynn Hicks, the wife of Marsha and the dad of Bob, Katy and Lacy works. By that is a little brick building, barely one floor, with an uneasy driveway that is hilly and hard to get in. We parked and went up the ramp to go to the place, then walking in a little waiting room with plants, magazines, two chairs and a couch, and a small counter where a lady sat in a little office. Mom signed us in as we talked to a 50 year old man about why we were out of school, us telling him all about the trip. Marcie, a black haired lady with glasses and being in her 40's perhaps came out in the regular dentist garb, gloves, nurse outfit with clipboard, asking for Rebecca first. I talked to the man before James B. Whitesell, an awesome and nice dentist, came out.

He's got white hair, and a white beard, is tall and has a nice voice. He took me into his office with the counter, cabinets and sink, the big leaned back chair and all the different kinds of equipment. He had a map of the Caribbean on the left of me, past all of the drills and water things. I leaned back as the chair went down a lot and back a lot, adjusting to my size. Over the course of the time we talked all about dentists, the amount of years for getting a degree, how long he's had it, his favorite part, and several other things, like the looming braces issue. He said I have an uncomplicated case, that it would be less than a year for having it, it doesn't hurt in the process but gets a little sore, and virtually nothing happens but it would be good to do it, if I have the opportunity and the family member who can do it. He made a lot of sense. I think I'll do it now. As he picked on my teeth taking off bad stuff, he told me that the reason my teeth was yellow was just because of my skin color, and that Rebecca who was white teeth has just as much bad stuff in her teeth. I brush a lot and he said I did good as we took that minty brush thing and spun it around my teeth. Then I washed it out with the water pipe. It's not exactly fun to go to the dentist, but I've never had a terrible time at it. Worse was when I got my finger pricked or had a shot. I expected this, but it's hard and scary to anticipate that. You know, thinking about all this teeth stuff I am reminded of an essay I wrote in Iowa while at a state park waiting for Bill Hanson and wife to come over. Here it is:

Toothpaste:

Toothpaste has a certain flavor to it, it is a kind of minty pleasure endured in a liquid/solid amount of usually a blue or green color. What I find weird is that you never find red toothpaste, nor yellow or orange. I guess it’s the ingredients that produce the color. It tastes good, I suppose, but sickness comes from an accidental (or deliberate) swallowing or over dose. Much to my dismay, you are supposed to spit out the thing, which to me is a total waste. I mean, it’s like spitting out candy for a child or beef for a cannibal. But, I do suppose it did it does it’s purpose by washing and cleaning my teeth as it brushed along my white teeth and hit against it like a sudden punch by a thug. If toothpaste was human, it would probably hurt to be pushed up against a strangers teeth and then spit out into a hole(the sink) hitting and breaking your back. Then, much to it’s horror, it is suddenly drowned out by water and squeezed down a itty bitty hole. Then it goes down into a drain, into a sewer, and it finishes it’s life in the underworld of our being, the foulness of humans, the stink of our digestions. Now, next time you brush your teeth, think of what the toothpaste feels like!

I don't know, I was bored out of my mind. When Mom came in Whitesell told her to go with the basic toothpaste, to not do all the fancy stuff that might do bad things for your teeth. "Don't eat for 3 hours," he said. And I didn't as we drove away. 


We got ready to leave for the David's as Dad came home, and then we left on Mimosa Blvd. Their house is a beautiful white wooden house on the historic street. It has numerous bushes in front, and as Rebecca and I rung the doorbell, we waited as no answer came. Then Mr. David, a grey haired man with a kind friendly looking face opened the door, shaking my hand. "Your a really good writer," he said to me as I blushed. Mom later came in as I took in the surroundings. There was a large wooden staircase going up, and a chandelier in the foyer, if you will. On the right was a living room with china cabinets and a pink sofa, complete with a small table in between all that. To the left was a room with a lot of bookshelves and a fireplace, also an vintage couch, T.V. and an exercise equipment. 

We were led as we said hello to Mrs. David, behind the dining room table and in the kitchen. The kitchen had a large counter and cabinet space, and a small table, fireplace on the right side with more bookshelves, and also a T.V. and door going to the outside. Different kinds of cheeses and other things were spread before us, salsa and crackers. We all sat down after Dad parked, turning off the T.V. and talking of different kinds of things, the trip and favorite places, new businesses and things going around Roswell. We ate a little of those snacks and looked though pictures, enjoying the time together. I learned a little bit about the lawyer business, as Mr. David is a retired lawyer, an office one, who never went to court... as a lawyer.

I talked of the blog and revisions and censoring, and also told a few funny stories about the Museum of Modern Art. They had a quilt thing from The Govenor's House in Williamsburg VA, a place we've been, and also three Italian plates of soldier's doing things. Very interesting. As we told about our travels, they told a little about their in foreign countries and even in the U.S. What was really interesting as Mrs. David and the other adults moved chicken and salad and rolls to the table though, was that they had been to Georgia, which is close to Russia. The really cool thing is that they went there... when it was soviet. Even though it was as the government was about to collapse, they saw guards and a little bit of interesting things. People giving them gifts, different foods, and even a party they went to which their group made, where Mr. David actually talked of revolution, as he thought they would like to hear that. 

They were kind of scared he made those remarks though. It was interesting to learn about them going to Georgia in Russia and people in Georgia in Russia going to the Georgia in the United States. It was a cool program. That reminded me about the girl in my grade at my school, her name is Miriam, who's parents and grandparents live in America but are Georgian. Over the summer we connected over email as we traded adventures, me talking of the U.S. and her of Georgia, as she visited it, seeing her cousins and stuff. It was really interesting and enlightening as she talked of all the little apartments and all the trash and the market places, to be in a country that's not your own REALLY makes a good book, although the U.S. is pretty cool too.

The food was great. The salad was leafy and had fresh oranges, and the chicken had a red sauce and I think noodle and something else on it. I don't really know what the name is. Maybe Mom will edit it in. Come on Mom, come on Mom, every readers counting on you! *IT'S CALLED LASAGNA, ANDREW! Well, it's not that important but oh well. Anyway, we had a great meal and interesting discussions, and then we had a good mango key lime pie Mom got from a place called Pie Whole, on Canton Street. It was a little melted and hot but it wasn't that bad. After the great meal I looked at the mass of history books that the David's had, also Gulliver's Travels, Robert Frost and Winnie the Pooh. They even had Plato and another old Greek guy named... Ephesus? Oh well. We actually left after that, only to come back to get Mom's forgotten glasses. I had a great and fun time at the David's. They're very interesting and full of great information. The food was wonderful, and Mr. David sure is knowledgeable and funny. I enjoyed talking to him about a variety of subjects, including books, info, the blog, history, and law. I hope to come over another time. Thank you Mr. and Mrs. David! Hope you get better from the cold Little John! (their son was up in the bedroom, sick, and we listened to him cough. Poor guy. Hope he gets better.) We left after a really awesome stay.

Dad and I watched a thing about 2012, a history channel special involving the guy Brad Meltzer. They talked all about the Mayans and the science related to it. What will happen on that day. "Nothing," Dad says. "A bunch of baloney!" Julie says. Rebecca shrugged. Mom said it won't happen, because nobody knows or will know when the day will come, it's supposed to be hidden even from the angels themselves, only known by God. Well, the answer will be determined on December 25, 2012. What's your opinion?

I think I'll end it on that note. Goodbye for now.

-Andrew.