A Heritage Oak

We went in search of Doyle Park, a fabled dog friendly park that I've heard about for years but never been able to find...not that I've tried particularly hard. Dog parks are usually rather arid looking dirt patches surrounded by fences and scattered with random plastic chairs. We have never had a dog that liked them which i always thought quite a bit of common sense. The dog park is part of a larger complex and an article in the paper this morning mentioned the now common battle between people who want more pickleball courts and tennis players who want the courts for tennis at Doyle Park. It occurred to me that we could find Doyle Park and on the way home we could locate the endodontist's office that I was to visit later. After my experience trying to find the dentist's office last week I didn't want to risk spending another half hour wandering around looking for it. (I'm used to finding doctors in medical office buildings, not by wandering around random buildings with illogical numbering systems, or none at all....).

We found Doyle Park situated between two creeks, a complex of playgrounds,  ball courts, a soccer field and lots of open lawns. There are many beautifully maintained trees of different varieties and we ambled around throwing the Kong for Spike. This is not a speedy process as it was for the indefatigable dog playing frisbee nearby. Spike has to run around zeroing in on the kong, and when he finds it he finds brings it back, turn around a few times and settles down to chew on it for awhile before he's ready for another throw. There weren't many people around and the whole place had a sort of sleepy oasis quality in the middle of the city.

We did find the endodontist's office, not in the place I originally thought it was, nor on the place with the correct numbers on it, but it turned that complex was only odd numbers and the one we were looking for was in a little house across the street. It took both of us awhile to figure it out and I was glad I headed off another frustrating, last minute , running late hunt.

When I got there I spoke with a man in the waiting room who had a bag from the Pasta Shop in Oakland, one of my favorite places. He moved up here to take care of his mother who died, but he said he can't afford to go back to Berkeley now. 

I had another cat scan of my head and an x-ray of the offending tooth.  The endodontist, a pleasant enough young man said he wouldn't touch the root canal. 'Anything you do with that will only make it worse'. He doesn't think there is any infection either but recommended sending the pictures to a radiologist, so yet another step 'just for peace of mind'. This is turning into a case of 'specialist creep' but infection from the mouth can apparently easily lodge in an artificial joint and be very difficult to treat.

Tomorrow Dana and I are going to check out Montgomery Village, our local outdoor shopping center which is attracting a lot of shops from the downtown and getting some interesting new ones....