What I Really Want

Today I want to live in an Apple Orchard.

We visited one this afternoon... I do have pictures and will post them... and I just wanted to sit down between the rows and rows of apple trees and not get up.

The air was just right, the breeze was lightly blowing, my children were running around and eating dirt and bruised pieces of fruit. It was lovely.

We rode a tractor to the trees, and every time we went over a bump, M giggled.
GQ spent his time rolling a large apple around and throwing it toward me like a ball. His nose was running, but since I didn't have a tissue, I ignored it.
E was looking for perfect apples, and filling her basket so full that she could hardly drag it behind her.

I am not sure how a person moves to an Apple Orchard when they know nothing about apples, or trees, or such. Or when they don't own apples, or trees, or such.

But I don't think this is a huge problem.

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On Tuesday I have my dentist appointment.

We have dental insurance again for the first time in 3 years.

I made the appointment while on some grand high of checking items off a list. Now, I am tempted at every moment possible to cancel it.

When I turned 18, I rebelliously told my mother I would not go to the dentist anymore, and that she had to cancel my appointment.

Actually, since I wasn't very rebellious, I think I asked my mother if I could be rebellious and tell her to cancel my appointment.

Either way, she did it.

Since then, I've gone about every 2 years because I have an extremely large guilt complex, and I must apparently cross my t's, dot my i's, and follow all the rules.

Oh, bother.

I do not want to go on Tuesday. I am wishing I was not going on Tuesday. I want to cancel Tuesday. I need an excuse not to go on Tuesday. I think I am getting sick on Tuesday.

Really, I think I am.

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Do you think if you live in an Apple Orchard, you have to go to the Dentist?

Can an apple a day keep the dentist away?

Please, tell me it is so.

I will start packing my bags tonight.