I miss Mr. Traffic

I think about him a lot. I feel extremely guilty about my choice not to see him again. I never even said anything to him. Either he knows why, which would explain why he isn't calling me anymore, or he's completely clueless. I differ on which one it is, from day to day. He's not a stupid man. Yes, he is a little senile. But, does that equal not being able to control yourself? Considering everything he does certain resembles the list of what child molesters do to their victims to break down the natural social barriers against being touched sexually. . .

I keep seeing the expression on his face as he touched my breast.

I'm not going back there.

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Sunday I was eating some banana cookies and shattered the outer half of my temporary crown. Yesterday I went to the dentist, and lucky me, the permanent one had come in. It is now on and my gum feels better. The new crown is a high nobel, i.g. gold based. My gum tisue really doesn't like the steel based ones. The gum turns the same color as the steel and drawns away from it. I wish I could get the others redone as well.

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My sister is very depressed about the death of one of her cats, King Bob. Bob got ate by something. Jackie just found tuffs of his fur. In many ways Bob was her baby. She heard a noise one night and found him still in side his baggie, abandoned by his mother. She got him out and started him breathing. She faithfully came home every lunch time and fed him and washed his butt with a warn wash cloth so he would poop. Bob was the largest cat I have ever since outside of a Maine coon cat. But, Bob was a short hair, the Maine coon, long haired.
He wasn't so smart and he was a little twitchy, the tail never stopped. He like to sleep on Jackie's car. He never figured out that when the car went on, the cat should get OFF. He took several rides. Jackie learned to realize that when people drove beside her honking and pointing, that meant Bob was on the roof. Mostly, thought, he would roll off and Jackie would heard the thump as he hit the ground.

King Bob was so imperial. You stopped petting him when he wanted you to. I got slapped by him once when I tried before he was ready. And feeding time, sheehs, FEED ME NOW!!!

When I drove up to Jackie's house to sit, I saw the shadow of the vine on the front door and thought it was him, even although I knew he was dead. Man, I'm going to miss him.