Remember that root canal that got infected a few months ago I had and ended
up going to a specialist?  Well, last week it finally felt safe to go back
for the gold crown.  My family dentist put it on Monday but it wasn't
fitting right.  I didn't notice it until I got home, however.  So, the
soonest I could return was today.  He was able to adjust it so it should be
ok now but there is nothing worse than having a crown that doesn't fit
right.  I've had this happen before but not so the tooth actually hurt.
This one hurt for three days.  Anyhow, I'm pretty sure it is fixed now.
Speaking of cowboy hats.  I've learned something new about wearing my cowboy
hat.  Women, younger women especially, like trying it on and they like
taking care of your hat for you while you are having your teeth drilled on.
My dentist has something like three new young women, everybody is younger
than I am now, and all three of them fight for a chance to carry my cowboy
hat.  A couple of them even have tried it on.  So you younger guys on the
list, if we have any left, buy a cowboy hat.  Younger women?  Wear cowboy
boots.  At least if you are going to live in Colorado, that is.  Actually, I
have a feeling these young gals really feel sorry for me so that's why they
fight over who gets to care for my hat.  They probably are especially sad
for me when I remove the hat and they see my thin spot.  Today my sister
took me to the dentist so I was going to let her take care of it but before
I could give it to her, a lady by the name of Karen took my hat from me and
said, Laura isn't here today so I get to take care of your hat for you.  I
believe next I am going to try spurs.  At least then I'll get people to look
at my new boots.  The hat works wonders, though.  Thank you Jesus.

Phil.