This morning, I woke up arguing with my sister Anya, and because I was arguing with one of my sisters in my sleep, I couldn’t fall back to sleep. I was all riled up! Fortunately, I went to the orthdontist instead. At the office, I am universally loved because I laugh all the time and bring everyone cookies. It impresses people that I add vegetable oil and an egg to lumpy powder and apply heat. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Anyway, he’d promised me all fall that my braces would come off before Christmas. Blah blah blah before Christmas blah…anyway, today he said no. I almost burst into tears. Since I’m not the bursting-into-tears type, I consoled myself by buying a frozen duck and nail polish, but not at the orthodontist’s. They don’t have those there.
In the big picture, I am one of the most fortunate people on the planet. I have a very nice apartment, a good job, a nose usually found on infants. My sick cat is relatively well. My car runs. I can walk to work because winter has been mild. I have good insurance and can afford to take care of myself. Yet in the smaller frame, aspects of this past year were difficult and painful and news that metal spikes will stab my tongue for another month at least sent me scurrying to the frozen foods section. I even looked at ice cream, which I never buy. The wind’s out of my sails. I’m exhausted and needed some good news. I needed progress I could see. Instead, I got tater tots.
I do love tater tots.
My brain says So what? Something good will turn up. Maybe so. Suddenly, I am not so sure.