When you’re on the verge of 87 and have just snapped off at the root a lower incisor that has served faithfully for 81 years (and are afraid that come Monday the dentist is going to say it’s time to pull the remaining lower teeth!) well, then, you try to look at the sunny side of things.

Right now, I can neither bite nor chew without some pain.  One good thing is that having been “dentally challenged” for some years, I have learned how to eat without chewing.  If you boil an egg and smash it all up with a fork, you can swallow it right down. Yesterday I made a chocolate malt in my blender with ice cream, milk, chocolate syrup, and WALNUTS!  That also goes down nicely.  As usual, I have kefir smoothies with bananas, apples, and blueberries (or other available fruit.)   Then there’s yogurt, custard, soup, and mashed potatoes (white and yellow).    Chocolate obligingly melts in my mouth.  All in all, it’s doable, but being able to chew would be much nicer.

Another triumph:  Long ago I tried the shoewear  known as thongs, flip-flips, or zoris and decided I couldn’t wear them because they rubbed between the toes and hurt.  Since I have bones where my arch should be it really hurts to walk barefoot and I need some sort of cushion between me and the floor.   Last week I actually picked up some flip-flops at Walgreen’s, introduced my feet to them gradually, and find this is something else that is doable, comfortable, and very handy.   Also cool.

Another blessing, not of my doing, is that a robin has just built a nest in the rosebush on the front porch trellis.  I went back and looked at my Robin Reports of 2008 and 2009. Each year I marvel at robin instincts  and faithfulness.  My friend Dolores tells me that the ducks nesting by her pond would fight to the death to protect their eggs.  Where is the human instinct to protect the as yet unborn?  The robin nest, as I say,  is not of my doing, but I did plant the rosebush umpteen years ago!

The lovely lady who leads the rosary after Mass in the morning, follows it with some Legion of Mary prayers which include Mary’s Canticle (Luke 1:46-55).   I have been dismayed that after saying it regularly for well over a year, I had not yet learned the responses.  It seemed they just wouldn’t stick in my head and, of course, I blamed it on old age.  Well, behold!, finally, I seem to have learned them.  Don’t know how long they’ll stay, but for the time being, they’re mine.  And my soul glorifies the Lord!

v. My soul glorifies the Lord.
R. My spirit rejoices in God, my Saviour.
v. He looks on His servant in her lowliness;
henceforth all ages will call me blessed.

R. The Almighty works marvels for me.
Holy His name!
v. His mercy is from age to age,
on those who fear Him.

R. He puts forth His arm in strength
and scatters the proud-hearted.
v. He casts the mighty from their thrones
and raises the lowly.

R. He fills the starving with good things,
sends the rich away empty.

v. He protects Israel His servant,
remembering His mercy,
R. The mercy promised to our fathers,
to Abraham and his sons for ever.

POSTSCRIPT:   When I finally got to the dentist on Monday my lower central incisors had been flopping around for a couple of days and he hardly had to pull at all – just sort of lifted them out.   Then — miracle of miracles! — he worked on them a bit and turned around and glued them back in!   (Not in their sockets, mind you, but onto the remaining teeth.)   So I’m back in business, biting (gently) and chewing (gently) and I won’t have to go toothless to my birthday party on July 10.   What a dentist!

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Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head. ” — Luke 9:58