The Adventures Of Sandwich Control, Wandering Barber/Dentist.


September 6, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

Well good Monday morning to one and all. I would like to begin my triumphant returning first post by wishing Lord Steve-Dee a very Happy Birthday. You should wish him one as well.

Did you miss me? From the look I took at the Stats page, the one I can see and you can’t, I gathered that you might have missed me, but you just went and did something else.

“Sandwich Control is going to be out of town for the weekend and won’t be posting or updating his site? Great! That’ll give me a chance to catch up on all of those re-runs of Bewitched that I’ve been putting off for 40 years.”

Anyway, I’m back. Wanna see where I was? Okay.


So, I realized while I was out in the woods that I had forgotten many things. Here is a small list of some them:

1) the joy of throwing a 175g Frisbee and the sting of catching it

2) the beautiful sight that is Pancake Land casting her line into the water

3) how calming the sound of water lapping is

4) the nervousness/relaxation of waiting for a fish to take the bait

Overall, it was a great weekend. Lots of reading. Lots of building and maintaining a fire. I managed to get a little fishing in on Saturday, but Sunday was mainly a day of fire building and cooking. The high point of the trip for me, and probably for G-Man, was when he got himself drunk on whiskey and had me pull his tooth. The tooth had been bothering him for a while and I had offered to pull it for him the other day when I cut his hair. He waited for the camping trip to take me up on my offer. It was just like the Wild West. Come get a haircut and have a tooth pulled by your Barber/Dentist. I guess if you’re going to shell out the cash for that chair, you’d better get some mileage out of it. I’ve never reached into someone else’s mouth and come out with one of their teeth before. It was a strange experience. You’d be amazed by the amount of meat that comes out with a tooth.

Anyways, other than being G-Man’s personal barber/dentist, my weekend was incredibly low-key. So, it came as quite a shock to the system to return home to deal with a I-am-going-to-stop-eating-I’m-so-sick kitten and a fish tank full of dead fish. Dealing with stuff up on the mountain was stuff like “I need to pick up some sticks for the fire.” or “Do I want a hot dog or a Bratwurst?” not “Oh-my-God our kitten has lost half his body weight because he is not eating and now we have to locate the emergency vet’s office and take him in so that he will not die.” kind of stuff.

And, for the record, Kingston is doing much better. He is still snotty, but he is eating again. The fish, however, are still dead. I blame the schools. Anyway, I need to go to work on this holiday celebrating working for a living. In Lippincottonia, we celebrate it by working. It’s good to be back. More soon. ~SC


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