Requiem for a tooth

REQUIEM FOR A TOOTH

One of my teeth broke off last week. All I was doing was eating a pretzel, which didn’t send off any red, or even yellow flags. Worse news yet, it was the last tooth resident on the left side of my bottom jaw. Hence, a few moments of reflection.

The other teeth went their own way over the years by being pulled. This lone remaining tooth did the work of five other teeth as they were pulled, one by one. Now, I’m faced with not being able to chew on that side, at all, really.

Additionally, I became aware immediately aware that there were other implications, as well as costs. If I wished to replace that tooth with a bridge, there would be no other teeth to anchor it to. An implant of even one tooth would likely be too expensive to bear — now or ever.

The tooth that broke was a large molar, the first in the lineup, as it were. Like most of my teeth, it was cratered with fillings accumulated over the years. At one time, about forty years ago, a painful abscess develop requiring a root canal, and a crown of gold. The dentist warned me then that there was only a thin stem of tooth left, and that, inevitably, someday it was just going to snap off. It seems that day has come, but paradoxically, it was the last to go. Sixty-seven years I had that tooth!

To think it survived repeated hard apples, chicken legs, and tough meat. One bad habit of mine that, I believed, was prefigured to do my tooth in, was chewing ice. But no, it was to be a lowly pretzel. That was one pretzel that pretty literally cost its weight in gold.

As I held my precious, severed tooth in my palm, I reflected: I’m going to miss that tooth!

Feed the Spirit

One of my teeth broke off last week. All I was doing was eating a pretzel, which didn’t send off any red, or even yellow flags. Worse news yet, it was the last tooth resident on the left side of my bottom jaw. Hence, a few moments of reflection.

The other teeth went their own way over the years by being pulled. This lone remaining tooth did the work of five other teeth as they were pulled, one by one. Now, I’m faced with not being able to chew on that side, at all, really.

Additionally, I became aware immediately aware that there were other implications, as well as costs. If I wished to replace that tooth with a bridge, there would be no other teeth to anchor it to. An implant of even one tooth would likely be too expensive to bear — now or ever.

The tooth that…

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Orville Cemetery

Dear Mr Putin . . .

The brutal siege of Leningrad by the Nazis during WWII lasted over 800 days, during which 1 million Russian civilians starved to death. Today, Leningrad is the city of St. Petersburg, but the horrors of the memory are forever etched in the memory of the Russian people.
Perhaps the lone exception among the Russian people, Vladimir Putin seems to stand unmoved by the suffering caused by what was a merciless policy of starvation and bombing inflicted over 800 days. Descriptions of desperate, starving people eating their pets and bodies lying in the streets seem not to have affected Vladimir Putin, even though his relatives, including an infant brother are known to have died in the siege.
German leaders have since apologized for the unrelenting  punishment inflicted by the siege. Yet, today, the Russian leader shows no shame in repeating this terror on residents of Aleppo, Syria, whose women and children pose no threat to Russia, at all. How can he, how dare he, participate in slaughtering civilians who are defenseless against aircraft who seem to have the sole aim of destroying Aleppo to the ground?
Still, Mr. Putin continues to lie and posture about exterminating innocent people by denying them food, water and vital medical supplies. He knows it is improbable that he will ever be held to account in acting as henchman and assasin upon these distant victims.
One observer has stated that the world is involved in a third world war with five or more nations engaged in fighting. The alliances are complex, and so far this “war” is a stalemate. The Syrian leader, Assad, has declared he will fight to regain control of what was Syrian territory, evidently even if it means laying waste to the land, and extermination of the people; this policy is as evil as it is senseless.

Refugee Crisis

It seems the refugees have nowhere to flee as fences and armed guards refuse them even safe pzassage. There could be a solution, even a simple one, that everyone has overlooked. I could supply a solution, but who would listen?
My solution would be cruise ships! Yes, what happens to old, decommissioned cruise ships? They are rusting away, awaiting sale and recycling to new purposes. Some have accommodations for five thousand or more occupants, plus space for classrooms, social services — floating villages which are isolated from hostile communities and potential exploitation.
Some of the refugees could provide the staff necessary to support the community– cooks, doctors, nurses, pharmacists, teachers, child care, social workers, security — many refugees are themselves professionals with experience, and they are eager to be useful.
Now, with whom can I share this vision? The only Greek shipping magnate I ever have heard of is Ari Onassis, and he is long gone. Perhaps, a wealthy Arab would want to demonstrate magnanimity, or the owner of a Norwegian cruise line — someone with compassion, wealth, and largesse of heart.

As I continue

I spent time today checking up on Doug Harper, author of  EtymologyOnline . His last post sounded desperate — his MS was worse, he has cancer, and he was broke. When I finally found him on Facebook, there was none of that. Hmm, I guess he moved on. Google no longer lists his site at all, no less as the first hit. He’s gone private, that’s my conclusion.

Today, I wrote an article about “what happens if a candidate dies before inauguration. I researched the topic and found there have actually been discussions about this. Slate magazine was where I found the best information.

Two things were new to me: the story of Horace Greeley, who died after losing the election; and the story of the 20th Amendment, which I thought came about after the assassination of JFK, in order to clarify the succession order. Another article: the 20th amendment, term limits, succession.

Another article, discussing the Civil War or slavery with Northerners. The main thing about this topic is that you can’t get Northerners to even listen; they assume they have the moral high ground, that’s it, end of story. I wonder if the infiltration of  thousands of Northerners into the South — places like Atlanta, Charlotte and Raleigh — has killed the Southern side of the story forever.

Outset

I write on my brain — not in it, but on it. I have a running, constant narrative that is too fast for me to ever get it down in writing. Sometimes, if I try to write it down, it’s gone.

Maybe this blog will help.