TEETH

1969, Balboa Park, Charlie Davis, photographer.     

Yes, those are all my teeth.  Every one of them.  Now in 2018, they are not all mine any more.  Many are missing because of my own neglect.  As a teen ager, I didn’t brush them when I wore braces.  Floss was a foreign word.  Now I know and am a poster child for bad dental care.

Four were pulled in the 1950’ so braces could be fitted.  The wisdom teeth were lost in the seventies.  A nasty sinus infection and an incompetent dentist lost me two in the 1980’s.  Cavities caused crowning in the 1990’s.  I try now carefully to stay on top of what’s left….with great care.  Much to my dismay, I have gaps everywhere on top.

One back molar cracked and couldn’t be saved.   It didn’t want to come out today.  But it did.

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• Himself:  Worked hard quietly today.  Put up with me too.
• Herself:  I came home and began on one of those tasked I’ve been putting off for years.  I keep photo albums of all the family members….grandkids and adults as far back as could go.  Mine were never put in order by date and it always annoyed me.  There’s now about ten I don’t have dates for, but 317 are now dated, titled, and saved on two hard drives.
• Reading:  A book about a boat yard, a book about a park ranger, and I just brought home a book about building the Golden Gate bridge.
• Watching:  Here on the computer.
• Gratitudes:  That both G and I have dental insurance.