Recently I have been feeling rather nomadic, so I’m thinking I might like to be a nomad. Why is that you might ask? Well because it just sounds romantic, wandering around the countryside in the United States like a gypsy without any responsibilities. I have reached an age where I would really like the not being responsible part. The kind of non-responsibility without a boss. Wouldn’t life be grand to just load up the cats in a Winnebago and go? Or maybe just have a Winnebago to go if you wanted to? Find a place to alight and just stay there, and when you are tired of it, that’s right…pack up the Winnebago once more. Routine – Smoutine, I say. But what to do about all those pesky little timeline things; for example, going to the dentist? Today, I had the wonderful opportunity to go for a deep cleaning experience. I discovered that deep cleaning isn’t just something that is reserved for carpets; rather this process involves going in and sitting in the reclining chair while twitching nervously. Apparently also after years of meticulously flossing, brushing, investing in Lifestyles of Rich and Famous Dentists, then flossing some more, I now have gum issues that I thought I was avoiding by all that brushing, flossing, and investing. But I digress. The procedure began with the application of a topical medication that tasted great, sort of like melted sheet metal. I declined to watch a movie on the TV monitor on the ceiling, opting instead to examine the silent weather channel broadcasting rain clouds while the Muzak played “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. “ I was also wearing some styling plastic sunglasses which Ginger, the lovely assistant placed on my eyes before she broke out a rotary-type, high velocity tool with a blade attached that I purposely did not examine. This was something like a miniature lawn edger that went to work in what seem to be approximately three miles below my gum line. Painful? Yes, in a weird high-velocity way. The opposite side was balancing the air suction mechanism and in between all this, was the extraordinary sensation of gravel splattering all over my face. The good news is that I finished early, the bad news is that apparently I have to go to the dentist more than I used to. I guess it takes more for dentists to meet their needs in these high times of inflation and keeping up with the Khardashians. But now I ask, how can I live my nomadic existence if I have to be bothered by real world issues that include doctor and dental appointments? Do free spirits keep appointments? Is there no escape? Big sigh!