A new milestone yesterday. Usually, when I get my choppers cleaned the hygienist would murmur something like, “You have nice teeth.”
After her initial survey with her little mirror she said, “You have a lot of nice dental work.”
“Thanks,” I replied in a slobbery voice. “It’s my kids’ inheritance.”
(Yes indeed- the slogan, “Put your money where your mouth is” is taken seriously by the dental profession.)
I suppose that as I age I should take comfort in the fact that I have nice dental work and that it’s holding up better than the rest of my body. I was thinking about this as I was gimping around the walking path at a city park last night. My ankle, still a lovely shade of green is improving, but I’m reminded of the fact that some things don’t improve with age. And the ability to heal speedily isn’t one of them.
I was pondering this when an older woman sped past my poky pace. Her long peroxide tresses were in an Einstein hair do and her gangly limbs were all askew as she flopped down the path. Picture Edith Bunker running. “Arrrrrrchieeeeee!” I shook the image out of my head and decided I wasn’t so bad off.
This woman was obviously (and vigorously) fighting the aging process but I don’t think she was winning. But maybe, just maybe, she’s got some nice dental work to find solace in.
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