I hope this doesn’t prove to be a sign of senility to come but I had my last 2 remaining upper wisdom teeth removed yesterday. The good news was that they got all the root tips out after them breaking off on the right tooth. the bad news was that they broke off in the first place after an interminably long tug of war with that tooth. It didn’t want to give up and leave. They said it was a fascinating tooth in the end…that it had an unusual 4th root with the two center roots twisted around each other like a candy cane. Must have been where all my creative ideas come from. Well that other tooth saw what a big fight his buddy put up to no avail and decided to let go without much fuss…came out whole and clean. Now I’ve just got to heal and deal with this foul taste in my mouth. Tastes like death and decay.
Very glad to have this done. One of those things that hangs over me to check off the list. Thank you God for being with me through the small victories and for such a sympathetic wife who cares for me so well. She wouldn’t let me drive myself home and I think it was wise…even though we all had to endure a ride with a tired Karina screaming in distress over some bereft toy. It’s been a peaceful day today and so appreciated.
we had our first really good frost last night. This morning Caity wanted to go out and ride her trike on the deck in her jammies. I look around and the sliding door is wide open and she’s out on the deck. I quickly bring her back in and close the door. Not happy with this, she protests, “I wanna ride bike.” I explain it’s far too cold but she’s not happy with that answer…so I dutifully take her back outside to experience what I’m talking about. I take her hand and put it on the cold metal of her handlebar. She starts to understand and goes back in with me but is still a bit downtrodden with the shooting down of her great inspiration. looking out the window wistfully she points to the grass white with frost and asks, “what’s that?” I explain, “that’s frost, it happens when water on the grass freezes. it’s called f r o s t.” “oh” she says, “frost, ya frost.” then she pipes up with the authoritative statement, “Anna did it.”
I did not see that coming and for a while I’ve been using that line as a joke to great effect….”Anna did it.”
The day before, I was trying to blow Caity’s sniffly nose and trying to explain the difference between sucking air in and blowing it out your nose. for the life of me I couldn’t figure out how to communicate the difference so she would understand. She kept sniffing in more deeply thinking she was doing the same thing as I was demonstrating. somehow it didn’t make sense in her mind to send all that snott out into the world. Surely I must be telling her to suck it all back inside as best she could.