I woke up in the middle of the night last night, remembering a couple of old commercials from the 1960's. Both were about powdered bleach. Phyllis Diller was hawking Snowy bleach, and Aunt Clara (Marion Lorne) from the old Bewitched TV series, was hawking Oxydol.
So, to test my memory, I went to good ol' Google - and found out that Phyllis did do Snowy Bleach commercials, and if I looked hard enough, I bet I would discover that Marion Lorne did a couple for Oxydol.
I'm scratching my head over why these two commercials, in particular, should pop into my head in the middle of the night. What do you think? Is there any meaning in dreams?
I have come to the conclusion that hobbies can send you broke. Dan has spent hundreds on his model train, which isn't even half built. By the time he's done with it, he will have spent thousands of dollars. I kid him that when he's done with it, he'll get bored after taking it around the club tracks a few times and he'll want to build another one. He sheepishly agrees with me on that.
My hobbies are no less expensive - vintage doll collecting and flying small aircraft. Although I haven't flown in years, I will be the first person to raise my hand upon invitation to go flying and if I'm feeling confident enough, will take the controls.
This past weekend, Dan and I went up with our friend, Alistair and did a scenic tour of Sydney. I invite you to come along with us and view Sydney from the air. Despite the haze and the bumps, it was a grand day out. And one thing's for sure - I will never complain about how much it costs to run my car again!
So, I was told months ago that I would have to have a root canal. One of my teeth has been overly sensitive to pressure for probably over three years - to a point where I couldn't really chew on that side of my mouth any more. I asked around about the cost of getting a root canal, and nearly choked when I found out. And then I heard all of the horror stories regarding broken and lost crowns, badly done root canals that had to be re-done, etc - and didn't THAT put me off getting it done even more.
And then one day, it happened. The pain swelled and my cheek swelled and I began to look like my dead hamster's half sister, with a golf ball stashed in one cheek. I couldn't stand it. The pain kept me up all night and I had to face facts... I was going to have to get a root canal done.
It took about a week for the swelling to subside and I finally began to speak normally again (and not like The Godfather.) And then I noticed, a couple of days ago, the gums around my sensitive tooth swelling again. "Oh no, I thought. Here we go again. Another sleepless night."
But it was not to be. A veritable volcano erupted in my mouth. A volcano of pus. Apparently, there'd been a low grade infection in my jaw for years, irritating the nerve of my tooth. I'd even had it x-rayed and all the x-ray showed was an inflamed nerve and no abscess nor decay. I didn't have gum disease or anything else obvious. So much for that! There is now an angry red spot in my mouth, oozing pus as I type - but miracle of miracles, my tooth is no longer sore and sensitive! Apparently, the pressure caused by the infection was what was irritating my tooth. I can even chew on that side of my mouth again. I expect it will all be cleared up within a couple of days.
We went into the city to see the fireworks display. Usually, you couldn't pay me to go into all that chaos - but New Year's Eve is an exception. I wonder what Paris Hilton thought of it? (She was at a party here last night.)
Happy New Year, everyone! Let's hope that 2009 is a better year than 2008 was. I don't think anyone would complain about that.