National Poetry Month: Today I found a list of American Women Poets where you might find a word or two you might like.
Himself: Swam, job hunting, lunch, walk, job hunting, dinner.
Herself: Swam, wrote, tooth, wrote. Ommmmmmmmmmm.
Reading: “All the Weirs of Pern.”
Once I grew up and sobered up, the short circuit about myself vanished. No one takes better care of her teeth than me now. They are cleaned every six months, and the troublesome back teeth are cleaned more often if needed. I brush the five minutes a day needed. I floss…more than once a day. Sometimes I even brush more than the recommended five minutes a day.
Not only do I doggedly stay on top of my teeth….what a great image. If asked what’s important by a newcomer in AA, I tell them to brush their teeth. Ah reality.
My teeth have been keeping me humble the last two weeks. Or, not having that front tooth has kept me humble.
Every time I open my mouth, I am aware of how fragile one’s self image is. I find myself apologizing for my broken front tooth constantly. Never thinking about staying home, I’ve been out there with my mouth open and endlessly annoying everyone with my groveling. Oh, I’m good in one way. I haven’t said where I broke my tooth tho many at the local AA Spring Round Up wouldn’t mind, but I have used the words Conference.
“I was at a conference and bit down on a piece of bacon,” I say repeatedly often hiding my mouth with a hand.
I’m so over it, as MJ would say. Today I get a post and a temporary tooth. Oh heaven. I no longer have to be such an endless embarrassment to myself while wearing out my welcome with friends with my groveling and by waving my feelings of low self worth and newcomerishness in front of me as a flag.
Oh silly me.
The star on her third or forth trip back to sea. We did not sail out with her that year, but we watched her progress from the top of the point. 2003.