Had to go get a cavity filled this morning. Oog. I do not like that one bit. The worst part for me is the Novocaine shot, followed by the hardware-store-stuffed-in-my-mouth feeling, followed by waiting for the Novocaine to wear off. (I guess that means I pretty much hate all of it).

At least the dentist's assistant was nice. She was German and commented on my socks that I was knitting. She said that she had learned to knit in school. She commented "It's good to see an American knitting socks!" (I didn't tell her about all the hard core sockers that are out there - I probably should have but I'm not real talkative before big dental procedures).

After the filling, she looked hard at me and said "You must have some German in you somewhere." I said yes, my dad's side of the family was 1/2 German. She said that she knew the knitting had to come from somewhere.

I need to start something new. I'm trying to decide between a simple pair of worsted-weight socks (have lots of worsted weight wool in various variegated colors in my stash), or doing the Lithuanian socks from Folk Socks, but using turquoise and black yarn (again, from stash) in place of the amber and black.