And Now Aging Has Me Questioning My Food Choices. Okay, Popcorn is Not Meant for Dinner, I Know

Last week, I forget what night it was, I ended up making a gigantic bowl of popcorn for dinner. What was left over was thrown in bags for snacks to bring to the University, which I did driving to the Fairfield University volleyball game yesterday. I do love popcorn. I don't indulge much, but from time to time I do (maybe once a year, if that). I did forget, though, about the way the seeds get between teeth and gums. Older, it only gets worse.

I spent most of yesterday trying to get a little kernel flake out from my teeth and gums. My tongue kept going to it wondering what it was, but when I flossed, it wouldn't come out. I couldn't get it with a toothpick either. I kept trying and even convinced myself it was probably just part of my tooth. But, I get obsessed and kept at. I was so relieved when it finally gave way. It really was wedged right against a tooth, deep in my gums, and it didn't want to let go. Sly little devil...but it is now gone.

I will unlikely have popcorn again for another year or so. 

Besides grading and creating for the upcoming NCTE conference, the only other remarkable thing I did was listen to NCAA volleyball games (it was on in the other room and I could hear them) and put the two sleeves into both tables in anticipation of Thanksgiving and a house full of guests (this year, with three toddlers...maybe more). I will need to child-proof my house and make a play area (I'll never forget when Ishy and Sydney Johnson's little girl got into my RISK game and hid every little soldier and tank there was. I found those little figures for months. They loved them, though, and had so much fun playing with them (but they're tiny...glad they weren't still in the eating everything phase).

And look at that...it's Monday again. Not that I didn't stop working all weekend, but it is nice to know that you can sit home and distract yourself every now and again.

We got this.