Hmmm, the photo is because it's one of the things I thought about while sitting in the dentist's chair, for over an hour, having some teeth sawed down. That was in preparation for a temporary bridge. The real thing gets put in a few weeks from now.
Most of the time I don't mentally feel over 60.
Getting a bridge makes me think of my grandmother.
I forget I'm a grandmother.
I don't like the sound of sawing, in my head. I suppose if I put in ear plugs it would sound even louder. I did get a pair of dark sunglasses to wear. Of course, the dentist and her assistant were practically dressed in surgical scrubs, latex gloves and masks.
It would be nice to replace the amazingly bright light, they use with a tanning light. Actually, that's one of the many and I mean many thoughts that crossed my mind while they sawed away at my teeth. Have to get a good fit for the bridge.
I did mental lists of where things would go in the new studio.
I recited Mother Goose rhymes in my head.
I repeated LooseyGoosey over and over. Surprisingly, it is a good one for keeping my focus for five seconds.
I flashed back to when my daughter, now 26, was four years old and we walked up to the local bakery every morning. I was into bartering that year and had made a deal with the owner, Janet, that I would maintain her large, old fashion windows with plants and get my coffee and donut free.
My friendship with Janet grew over the summer months. She was a Bahi. The only other Bahi I had known was my yoga instructor.
Janet had arrived here from Texas with her three daughters and her son, a bread supplier who had helped set her up, in her bakery business.
When the coffee shop got busy I would help out behind the counter, making and getting coffee for people and wrapping up their donuts. I left the actual operating of the cash register to Janet.
When things were slow, Janet held Mary on her lap and talked about her life in Texas. She felt a bond with Mary because we had adopted her from Texas when she was four weeks old.
Janet painted with acrylics. She was the first person I had ever met that used acrylics instead of oils. She always told me I should try them and I would see how wonderful they were.
Mary went off to preschool the next year, I went on a diet and I lost touch with Janet. As it does, years went by and one day I met a friend, in the mall that told me that Janet had died of cancer. I was shocked. She was only in her 50's. At that time in my life I hadn't had many friends die of cancer.
Sadly, that's not true anymore.
I also learned that one of Janet's daughters, college aged, had also died of cancer. Her oldest daughter had ended up in prison but her son and remaining daughter were doing well.
So, as the dentist sawed down my teeth, stuffed disgusting tasting plastic/rubber mixture, in my mouth, to make molds I remembered Janet and how much fun we had talking and playing THE REMEMBERING game.
That's where we put a quarter on the table and turned our back to the donut case and recite off the exact order of donuts, from the top shelf, to the bottom. Of course, she always won, she put the donuts in the case.
But, Janet, I think I might have won today. I think over the sound of the drill I saw and named every single donut in that case.
I think that quarter is mine, girl.
I miss you.