California here I come.....

Right back where I started from.... OK not quite where I started, but almost. Why? Chipped a tooth. I hate it when that happens. So I called my local dentist and busted a move all the way up to Waimea Town where he drills. He said my best option was a crown and he recommended a gold one because they are strong and hold up well. Yikes! Since I have no metal in my mouth at all, the prospect of a gold tooth was devastating to my fragile psyche. I asked about porcelain. He said he could do that too, but would have to file more of my tooth away. I asked about an overlay and he said he didn't think that would work as well, given the nature of the break. He also made no guarantees if I chose to simply fill it. It's just a small chip; one of the corner tips broke off. It's not like I cracked the thing in half or anything. So, I called my old (young actually) trustworthy dentist in Encino. When I told him my story, he said that he was confident he could fix it with an overlay and preserve my tooth. Yay! So, off to Cali I go. Amazingly, I got a screamin' cheap last minute airfare from ATA to leave Sunday.
Last night it poured rain here in the rainforest. Our tank is filling up fast. Faster, in fact, than we can use it. So we are no longer worried about running out.
I'm off to do some more laundry and get packing. A hui hou. Aloha!

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