something else

I don't know what to do with the piece, `Death and Falling Angels (for Kristin)". I think it 's a good piece and I keep re-reading it trying to work out how to extend it or give it more depth, and I keep coming up with nothing. Maybe I'm still too close to it. I still feel like crying everytime I read it. I remember walking with Kristin after Jasper was taken out of the house, and her sadness and inability to understand that finality of death. Feeling that she just wanted those few moments more with him, as the Vets rolled him in the blanket and walked out with him. I remember sitting on my bedroom window sill listening to a my neighbours grief at 2am in the morning as he screamed `my Karen, my Karen', when they brought him the news of his daughters death, thrown out of the back window of the car as it left the highway and rolled down an embankment. I still cry when I remember his grief, unbearable, inconsolable. I remember the shockwaves of Steves death, "Hey...

So what is number 4 on the stress list? 1 Loosing a family member 2 Moving House 3 Changing Jobs 4 ..... TEETH! I shouldn't be complaining really, because I'm not having to face #1, BUT I am in the middle of a program of (expensive) work to try and shore up my teeth for another decade or so. A fortnight ago I had a root canal, which had been done some years ago and had cracked, refilled. A day after it was refilled, I felt like it had lost a bit, there was a pit in the middle of the tooth surface and a rough edge on the inside of my tooth. So under a great deal of stress, I went to the dentist on the morning of the house move, and had it checked. "No," he said, there's no problem, the cement has just sunk a little into the root and left a rough edge." bzzz bzzz with the tooth polisher and off I went...... hmmm ... Happily sitting here this evening, chewing gum as I contemplate updating this blog, and "what's this bit of hard stuff in the chewing gum...