Granted, that January affair is more than a meeting (it's the mid-year seminar), but the whole operation is an exercise in -- what's the word -- repeatitude. We gather. The guy from the BOE reads a few key points about a few key things. It's nothing they couldn't inform us about via faxed/mailed/e-mailed document.
Mainly they bring us there to force us to decide who will have to give presentations at said January seminar. And essentially, it's already decided, on a mysterious document known as "The List."
While volunteers can step up, The List is there as a back-up when people don't. The List's victims rotate every year, so, it's essentially fair. But despite its objectivity, this annual meeting still exists.
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Every once in a while, I'm reminded about third molars, aka wisdom teeth. They make themselves known with bursts of pain, ranging from mild pain to moderate pain. The other night, my lower-right wisdom tooth started in on a kind of pain between moderate and high.
While at this hour the pain has shifted down to what I'm calling sustained mildness, it all raises the question: do I need extraction?
Since I'm not a qualified dentist (anymore) I plan to schedule an appointment soon. There's an English-speaking DMD around who I hope can take a look at the situation.
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It's now inside a month until arrival in Oregon. We're very excited to spend time there and see family and friends. Of course, Portland, Corvallis and Pendleton (plus maybe Vernonia?) are all on the agenda.
And this year it shall be a three-week affair rather than a rushed, Winter-Blastified two weeks. Not that I'm complaining about the Blast. While it complicated travel and caused some stress, who doesn't like a weather story?
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