I do get stubborn. Over little things. Food things, for example. Which is why I find myself stuffing my swollen cheeks with croissants this morning.
Early today I had my wisdom teeth pulled. Most people do this when they're teenagers, but I resisted. Nature planted teeth in my mouth, why rush to take them out? (One reason might be because your mouth heals 100% when you're 16 and more like 85% when you're 60+.)
But of course, the wisdoms remained an endless source of trouble over the years and so I finally gave in. I like my dentist-the-teeth-puller. In addition to being a nice and competent guy, he is in favor of having you drift off into lala land during the procedure -- something that I admit feels like the sweetest controlled high, at least for the five seconds that you are awake to enjoy it.
So early this morning I dragged a sleepy Ed along for the ride, because you are not allowed to exist the dental premises on your own after the operation. And I had this brilliant idea that afterwards we should go to Finca for breakfast.
That was nuts. How do you attack a croissant with a tender mouth the size of a double balloon? Not to despair! Finca is a beautiful little place of bright lights even on a mostly cloud day. The coffee is sublime and somehow I even enjoy pieces of croissant. Aiming high isn't always such a bad thing.
But the rest of the morning is rather low key. I'm nursing my back, I'm nursing my mouth.
You would think that this is a loser set of hours. You would be wrong. I could think of worse ways to spend the day than this rather leisurely approach of this physically complicated day.
Am I worried about an afternoon with the kids? Not really. I pick up Snowdrop early and walk over with her to get the little guy. This saves me lots of steps with him. At home, I'm prepared to put on some videos if I continue to have problems articulating words (a prerequisite for reading books).
But in fact, the kids rise to the challenge. They're happy despite the mini adjustments to our time together.
No videos are called forth! We read and we spend a long time playing with stickers.
Who knew that Sparrow and Ed would dive right into this?
(A pause for books. Sparrow reads to his farmhouse baby.)
By evening, My face is back to more or less normal size. My back does not need the support of two pillows.
The world may be falling apart, but inside your own back yard, I hope you, too, are able to find reason to smile.
Early today I had my wisdom teeth pulled. Most people do this when they're teenagers, but I resisted. Nature planted teeth in my mouth, why rush to take them out? (One reason might be because your mouth heals 100% when you're 16 and more like 85% when you're 60+.)
But of course, the wisdoms remained an endless source of trouble over the years and so I finally gave in. I like my dentist-the-teeth-puller. In addition to being a nice and competent guy, he is in favor of having you drift off into lala land during the procedure -- something that I admit feels like the sweetest controlled high, at least for the five seconds that you are awake to enjoy it.
So early this morning I dragged a sleepy Ed along for the ride, because you are not allowed to exist the dental premises on your own after the operation. And I had this brilliant idea that afterwards we should go to Finca for breakfast.
That was nuts. How do you attack a croissant with a tender mouth the size of a double balloon? Not to despair! Finca is a beautiful little place of bright lights even on a mostly cloud day. The coffee is sublime and somehow I even enjoy pieces of croissant. Aiming high isn't always such a bad thing.
But the rest of the morning is rather low key. I'm nursing my back, I'm nursing my mouth.
You would think that this is a loser set of hours. You would be wrong. I could think of worse ways to spend the day than this rather leisurely approach of this physically complicated day.
Am I worried about an afternoon with the kids? Not really. I pick up Snowdrop early and walk over with her to get the little guy. This saves me lots of steps with him. At home, I'm prepared to put on some videos if I continue to have problems articulating words (a prerequisite for reading books).
But in fact, the kids rise to the challenge. They're happy despite the mini adjustments to our time together.
No videos are called forth! We read and we spend a long time playing with stickers.
Who knew that Sparrow and Ed would dive right into this?
(A pause for books. Sparrow reads to his farmhouse baby.)
By evening, My face is back to more or less normal size. My back does not need the support of two pillows.
The world may be falling apart, but inside your own back yard, I hope you, too, are able to find reason to smile.
