Will wonders never cease? Time Warner’s “damage assessment specialist” called at 6:09pm. I was digging out the car (again) and saw him from across the street as I answered. We went up to the apartment, and, consulting his notes, he asked about “the dentures…?” Closer than “damage to kitchen floor,” I suppose. I showed him the broken retainer; he photographed it. He had me recount the story – an unlikely tale, certainly, but one which I would be neither able nor inclined to invent – which he then wrote down.
And so the saga slogs on. I’m only sorry I’m unable to provide the typical flourishes and interesting details, but having a giant internet corporation AND an orthodonist AND a dentist is quite enough for me to handle, though I swear I would not be surprised if a Cyclops showed up at this point.
Tomorrow – God and American Airlines willing – I fly to California. Perhaps I will see another one of these:
Incidentally, I polled people today to see how many books they thought I ought to bring. Including travel time, I’ll be gone for eight days; numerical answers ranged from 5 to 8, with one “the limit does not exist,” and a few people who answered the question with more questions (“How big are said books? Are they dense or easy reads? Is it really a problem if you have too many?”). Someone even went so far as to invent and apply an elegant little mathematical formula, which he then revised to take an element of choice into account. I have great friends.
The More-or-Less Final List of Books I’m Taking With Me
History Lesson for Girls, Aurelie Sheehan
Making Toast: A Family Story, Roger Rosenblatt
The Ghost Map, Steven Johnson
Lighthousekeeping, Jeanette Winterson
First Light, Rebecca Stead
Run, Ann Patchett (again)
Wise Blood, Flannery O’Connor
The Polysyllabic Spree, Nick Hornby
The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield (again)
Tell No One, Harlan Coben