I had a dentist appointment
this afternoon.
Dentists
are not my friends – they bring pain and agony to my mouth with little shiny steel
instruments of torture.
I really hate the Dentist
Office ☹
But, for the time being, it
is a necessary evil. Just the thought that the dentist might stretch the
cleaning into two separate visits had the death march running through my
thoughts …
The Bowed Lyre
Funeral March tune:(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muRr8WqrU48)
… so, I mentally prepared
myself by laying in bed as long as possible before getting ready to go.
I wore a bright
color to wrap vibes of positivity around me: I was hoping and praying the dentist would be able to complete
the cleaning all in one fell swoop.
The orange top may seem a
little too youthful for a woman my age – but I’m not a woman that adheres to
strict societal rules very well 😉 I tend
to do what’s best for me. And the orange top fit the bill today 😊
The day was orangishly HOT
– and I arrived at the appointment early. Which meant I sat in the sunbaked
car for an hour trying every seated gymnastic maneuver I could think of, to
outwit the orange-tinged sunrays piercing the windshield (mind you, it is illegal
to leave dog in a sunbaked car; apparently cooking grandma’s brain is totally
acceptable in this covid crazed society!): not a good start to what
would be a stressful day.
But Elohim was merciful. My
brain did not fry, and my skin did not sizzle – even if my temper was
seriously heating up as I was kept waiting, for no logical or rational reasoning
at all other than lunatic politics. And when I was finally allowed in the
sacred sanctum of the torture chamber, Elohim’s blessed grace kicked in 😊
Sitting in that outdated 1970’s cubicle with its orangish wall covering, while the dentist applied her S & M manipulations on my Novocaine handicapped mouth; I was happy to note that the pain was minimal (THANK YOU YESHUA!), and the dentist was able to finish e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g in this appointment: hallelujah!
The 2 hours of scrape
and polish torture passed very quickly.
My previous dentist
appointment Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/06/i-should-have-stayed-in-bed.html
My feet were
dragging when I entered the building at 3 PM – but they fairly danced out of
the building afterwards. My
mouth was swollen, but my lip was not torn up like it was a few weeks ago
when the first half of my mouth was done. And the tab wasn’t as high as
anticipated.
So, I went shopping: grocery
shopping to get some soft foods to eat until I can chew chewier food stuffs.
And when I waked past an aisle, I noticed something I have been looking for in
every auto shop in town (and they didn’t know what I was talking about),
and praying I’d find somewhere; if my mouth wasn’t so tender, I would have
whooped with joy 😉
My mood was
lining up with the unfolding day – full of sunbeams 😊
On my way home, I stopped at
Safeway and grabbed a few juices, before I took the Old Pacific Highway back
road home – it was just way too hot to get stuck behind backed-up traffic. Plus,
I had salads in the back of the Highlander’s hatchback area and I didn’t want
them to wilt and sour.
Just before turning onto the
backroad, I saw a car for sale that looked like a Duesenberg; it was tricked out
with velvet interior. Nice looking car, and really not much good for anything
except car shows.
When I got home, I put the
groceries away – and thought how thoughtful Elohim was to make sure I finally
got the windshield cleaner I’d been looking high and low for (it cleans bug
guts off the windshield just by squirting it on; Bob used it quite a bit when
the bugs were thick); and I changed my top for something a little less
fancy, to water the garden in. The sun was going down by that point, so I didn’t
get sunburned.
I was just sitting down to
Supper, when I caught sight of the twilight sunset: it was different on
different sides of the livingroom.
The orange theme played out
through the entire day, and as I looked at the fiery orange clouds I thought of
Bob; and wondered what it must look like from his side of the clouds.
This Gypsy woman was missing
her big, tall Viking man, big time.
Orange
was Bob’s “happy color” signified by his zodiac sign, and when I saw it spread
across the sky like wildfire it reminded me of how our love sparked, caught
flame, and still burned hotly for all of our 44 years together.
He’s been beyond
the clouds for 3½ years now, but I can still remember every feature of his handsome face, his twinkling eyes, his
sexy mouth; every line of his beautiful body. I can still hear the sound
of his voice, his laughter – the soft whooshing sound he made when he slept. Bob
is still very much a part of me and who I am becoming: Bob’s personality
and love was so large, that my life still hums and vibrates with the essence he
left behind.
I am glad to
know that my healing heart is gladdened – not shaken by the orange glow that
softened my day, today.
Orange was the perfect color to start … and to end the day
with 😊
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