Survival in These titles mean nothing.

  • April 6, 2025, 5:03 p.m.
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I made it through day of three of dentistry. They were very kind and capable. And a first! They asked me what kind of music I’d like to listen to - not through headphones - but it was too quiet to really hear. I was nervous about what to ask for so I asked for Sinatra. As I said it wasn’t very loud.

Medical/dental politics/communications. They took x-rays afterwards to send to my dentist and then when I got home my BIG surgery nurse had messages me to get in tough with my dentist to make sure he sends the approval. If he’s lost the form, she can send him another.
I ignored that message until I wrote it out here and thent decided in for a cuspid, in for wisdom tooth and got the phone and called only to find they are closed at 4:20 pm Friday till Monday. So I guess that’s about par for the course. I need more dental terms. More toothy figures of speech.

It’s gray today. Not enough rain to count for anything. No rain at all, maybe. Nothing in bloom. Kinda cold. I burned trash. I did two loads of laundry. I took a nap. I read a bit of Edith Wharton’ s biography and a tad of King George VI’s.

I am just sticking my head up from a rabbit’s hole of WWI and WWII casualty statistics. I had some of them here for a while until I started asking myself questions and then I deleted them.
There was a saying about lies, damned lies and statistics. I think it’s because after we start adding up numbers beyond our fingers and our toes, we lose the capacity to hold them in our heads. I dislike that idea, and I don’t really believe it, but maybe for me, this afternoon, numbers will stop.

Later.
Much later.
Days later.

I read Salter in bed today. A novel about marriage called All That Is.
I doubt it’s his marriage. It’s for sure not my marriage.
But still.

There are limits to happiness.
Limits to relationships.
Limits to everything.

The book has parts marked.
I did the marking when I read it when it was new.
Now it’s no longer new. Years have passed.

We gather on Sundays.
Afternoons as we did before.
Pain and happiness and other things.


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