Since no one asked for it, I gave the orange scarf to Medical Team International, along with a quilt and a mess of scarves and hats, and one baby jacket. This way, I get to play with warmth and color, and other people get to wear warm things made with love and a prayer in every stitch. I like to think of some youngster in an orphanage in Romania, bundling up in that orange scarf and feeling warm and special.
Selfie shots are awkward. My teeth aren't really that crooked but the way the light catches them . . ok, maybe they ARE that crooked. They still fit, they still work, and they're all mine. Not bad for an old broad! Just got back from the bi--annual cleaning with praise for regular flossing and brushing. I rock!! (I've been playing a game with myself, trying to stand on one foot while brushing my teeth. Improves my balance and gives me something to think about while I polish the fangs.)