Back to dentists again, sorry. The past seven days have seen me feeling all sorry for myself. I blame the dentist. All dentists. Every dentist who has ever existed ... In my mind, dentists are one step above medieval torturers ....
A week ago the dentist went ahead and seemingly emptied the contents of an entire drawer into my mouth. Since then I have been having to put up with bruising and tearing and pain (oh, my). I haven't been able to open my mouth very wide at all to eat. I've been living on creamed corn, mashed potato, scrambled eggs and Weight Watchers chicken casserole for days .... and days. My friends have suggested tins of baby food, but I nixed that.
Yesterday, I bought a blueberry muffin from New World. I had to break it up into a thousand crumbs. The muffin took about an hour to eat.
And to think that the tortune goes on next Monday with another hour and a half scheduled session.
Still ... I pulled myself away from my lethargy and forced myself to go for a walk during the weekend. I traversed the zig-zag path down to Scorching Bay. The first photo is of the bay from about halfway down the path. In the second picture (click on it) you might be able to see the outdoor tables and chairs that belong to the cafe "Scorch-a-Rama". This cafe used to be called "The Chocolate Fish" and when "The Lord of the Rings" was being filmed, the actors and crew used to love going there for a bite to eat. I believe, under it's new name, the cafe has been popular, too, with "Hobbit" and Weta Workshop workers The cafe building is separated from the beachside tables and chairs by a road. Waiters have to face maybe-death-by-traffic to deliver meals.