You bounce the metaphorical ball a few times. Test the weight and the bounce. Might even toss it up to see if the wind is a factor.
Then, if you are a tennis star, you thwack it - or if you are me, you tap it with your metaphorical racquet in the hope that it will make it across the net.
Last week, I thwacked one - metaphorically - and I got a return.
This week, I started organising this:
In just over 2 weeks, I will be doing this:
When I was at University, I had a Marketing Lecturer who once advised that there were always two reasons for anything, the RIGHT reason and the REAL reason.
In just over 2 weeks, I will also actually be going to a dentist while down in Brisbane.
I have Dental ISSHEWS.
I have just been over at Pearl's and her latest post is "Another Way We’ve Failed Our Children; or Cavi-Tease" - I will wait while you go and have a cackle. I certainly did.
Anyhow, I commented:
I am a veteran of Fillings, Plates, Mouthguards, Root Canals, Wisdom Teeth, Braces, Prosthodontists, Orthodontists, Maxillo-Facial Surgeons (well, only one of them), Ceramists, Periodontists, Hygienists and Money-Hungry Barbarians.
I never get offered Gas. Just Needles.
I. LOATHE. THE. PEOPLE. WHO. PROFIT. FROM. MY. MOUTH.
I am willing to go down to Georgia to contemplate a life without such ordeals.
Youth. It is wasted on the Young.
I have everything crossed (and a few prayers chucked in for good measure) that the Universe has got a handy return awaiting for me in the Dental Realm.