When it comes to caring for my teeth, I don’t pray (actually, I don’t pray at all, but that’s a different subject). I just try to listen that Voice from Above — my dentist!
I have terrifying dreams of being chased by the unhealthy horrors of a KFC meal. But my wife and I still enjoy it, so we indulge ourselves about three times a year.
I’m not yet retired, but I am getting to the age where I sometimes find myself identifying more with Uncle Ted than with Brutus. This is one of those occasions.
I remember that from an episode of Welcome Back, Kotter. He groans as he’s getting out of bed one morning and then moans, “Oh no! That’s my father’s noise!” Very memorable line, and one that I use occasionally as I get older.
While my entries sometimes deal with my feelings about things going on in my life — such as the example I cited above — often they simply take the form of record keeping. Sometimes I do nothing more than write a few sentences about the events of my day. I have found it useful to be able to refer back when a question arises about when something took place (keeping my journals in Word documents makes searching a lot easier, by the way). As for their ultimate disposition, guess I’ll leave that to my kids to figure out once I’m gone.
When it comes to caring for my teeth, I don’t pray (actually, I don’t pray at all, but that’s a different subject). I just try to listen that Voice from Above — my dentist!