Monday, February 8, 2010
Good afternoon. A cold, but sunny day in the city. Well, the dreaded dental appointment was completed, and the wisdom tooth is gone. Almost chickened out again...especially when he told me that my new piece is ready for a try on, but not complete. But, I was pretty proud of myself....and tired of going through all this anxiety, so I told him to tighten my old one and take the tooth out. I've vacation time coming, and if it didn't stay in, I'd take some time, but it appears to be working.
I was really taken aback yesterday when I heard the news about that power plant explosion in Connecticut. Brought up some old childhood memories. You know, usually when we talk about our childhood memories, 99 % of the time, what we talk about is those great memories...the fun memories like spinning in the rain and not caring what you look like, bike riding, games of hide and seek, tag...your first friend. I know that these are the first memories that come upfront for me.
We tend to forget or brush off to the side those memories that we want to forget; but the truth is, not all was fun and games when I was growing up. Not too long ago I spoke of growing up in the age of the nuclear missle crisis...participating in air raid drills when the whistle would blow and all of us children would form a line and move into the hallway. There we would sit, backs against the wall, knees up, heads down, arms crossed over our necks....like that would really save us. I also remember many a night sitting up in bed, watching sky, watching for that dreaded missle to come into view. What horrors for a child to endure.