This morning, while cruising the aisles of the base commissary, my front tooth decided to shatter. It had a couple of cracks in it but the dentist thought it would hold together for a while. That was three weeks ago, this is now.
For an incoming breath, if the air comes from a heated room, I don’t have any real discomfort, BUT if I’m outside where the temperature is around 40 and take a breath ripples of pain course through my head. I try cupping my hand over my face, but it looks ridiculous (and makes it hard for anyone to understand me).
The chipped tooth is my right, upper, ‘buck’ tooth. When I smile, I look like somebody parked a jagged iceberg on my lip. Naturally, the dentist’s office isn’t open from Friday through Sunday so I have to wait until Monday to even get an appointment. I did leave a message and have hope somebody will call back and find a small slot soon to trim off the sharp edges. If that is done, then at least my tongue won’t get slashed to ribbons.
I am definitely ready for winter to end. All my Daffodil bulbs have sprouted and, after I raked away the dead grass, loam, and leaves from the flower beds, all sorts of green thingies are popping up. Rain helps, and we’ve had a bit of that too lately. Walking across my lawn feels like a stroll over Alaskan Tundra or Muskeg. Every step you feel that your foot will break through and the mud will suck a shoe off or something.
Once we start getting simple rain, I will be able to wash all the accumulated salt off our vehicles. I have to do that every spring or nothing would be left except a small pile of rust-colored powder between four wheels. Are they making road salt more potent lately? Seems so.
The library here has just received a new copy of my favorite Woody Allen movie: “What’s Up Tiger Lily?”. This is a completely hilarious movie that Allen created from an absolutely horrible Japanese spy movie he acquired the right to. He totally pulled it apart and re-edited it with dubbed English dialog making the protagonists appear to be vying for the top secret recipe for an egg salad sandwich. Most of the dialog appears a-la Michael Winslow (from Police Academy – sound effects) where the mouth moves before the dialog starts and continues after the dialog ends. The total effect gets me laughing every time I see it. If you can find a copy, watch it. Very funny.
I rarely watched The Simpsons except for the times that an NFL football game (on Fox) ran overly long and The Simpsons started immediately thereafter. Sometimes the comedy can be a little lacking, but otherwise the dialog (if you listen closely) is very funny. The movie the Simpsons made is a real work of art. Given the full-length movie format, which gives more time for plot development, their brand of comedy really shines. A lot of the gags are strictly sight gags. One in particular really deserves the laughs it gets: Homer is trying to run a wrecking ball over a vehicle full of bad guys and manages to have it boomerang back into himself. The ball then crashes back and forth between a bar called “The Hard Place” and a small, rocky cliff. Get it? Between a rock and a hard place. Well, nobody accused me of being very deep.
I see it is now time for me to go. The nice, bulky, guys in the white coats are helping me into my long-sleeved shirt now. Soon, they’ll wheel me back into my soft-walled room.