Well, there were two events marking this 14th day of April.
The first was that I turned 61 years old.
Well there, I went ahead and said it … 61 years old, and, I guess that wasn’t so bad after all. Actually, turning 60 was monumental and way more traumatic for me. So, time to move on, and, like I told a former coworker when she turned 60 on the 4th of April, “now that we have reached that milestone, we will quietly mark the years going forward, but not celebrate ‘em.” She agreed.
The second event was a trip to the dentist.
Actually, it was just a regular hygienist appointment and x-rays, with a quick peek at my choppers by Dr. Kelly. It was beautiful weather, so I could still salvage a walk and got a 2 ½ mile roundtrip done, then ran some errands, so all was not lost, plus no cavities or mischief going on inside my mouth, so that really made my day.
When Dr. Kelly walked into the room, he wished me a happy birthday, and, my response was “well thank you Dr. Kelly, but I guess another year older means I am getting long in the tooth.” “No Linda, not for a long time yet!” he laughed. I probably beamed at his response because that affirmation raised my comfort level, since your teeth are good for about fifty years if you maintain them in primo condition, then the problems begin. Your permanent teeth arrive by age twelve, and you spend the next 50 years grinding, chomping, biting, plus eating and drinking sugary stuff that doesn’t do those choppers any good either.
In conjunction with the upcoming Easter holiday, Trina, my hygienist, asked if I was a Peeps eater because they are bigtime sugar demons for teeth. Well, nothing like a Debbie Downer just before the big Easter holiday, but, I told her I don’t do Peeps anymore, and she applauded that answer.
So, back to that expression of being “long in the tooth” which is a description you don’t hear about much in casual conversation, unless you are a horse trader and prone to peeling back a horse’s lips to check out his or her teeth. The more elongated that old nag’s teeth are, the older that horse is. Sadly, that phenomenon happens to us humans too … as we age, our gums recede, gradually revealing more of the teeth, making them appear longer.
Hey, the tooth, er … truth, hurts sometimes!
Linda I love your balloon face. Now that made me smile. I’m so happy for you. What a self birthday gift. No problems in the teeth department. Keep up the good work. I am glad you got to get your walk in. Today was a beautiful day. Tomorrow promises warmer weather. Happy Birthday.
LikeLike
Thanks Marge – glad you liked it; I was hoping it would show up as a balloon as the string was a little pale in the picture. Glad for no cavities, or crowns needed – supposed to be very warm today … 80 or more. Thanks again for the well wishes.
LikeLike
Miss Linda………..I’m so sorry I missed your birthday……………….but Happy Birthday for today………..yes the balloon tooth guy is cute too!
LikeLike
Don’t you worry about that Ann Marie – you sent me a beautiful Easter card and that is fine for both events. Glad you liked the balloon pic – I thought it was a perfect photo choice for that blogpost. Happy Easter!
LikeLike