Wednesday, July 21, 2010
It's just my mouth. It is not life-threatening. People face far far worse things every single day—many people. But still. I woke up this morning and didn't feel like going to the periodontist who is perfectly nice and tres talented (his nephew is also high up on Obama's team, so he tells good stories). I didn't feel like it.
Here's what happened to make the day sweet anyway. My son woke up and said the kindest thing. My husband offered to make me a late-night brown cow (something to savor while watching So You Think You Can Dance). Matthew Quick sent along these generous words about The Heart is not a Size. I heard from friends (I love my friends). And.... the yellow finch that banged on my office window for months following the passing of my mother, the finch that launched Nothing but Ghosts (or its near cousin), started banging again the very instant I arrived following this morning of surgery and stitches. It had not banged for months and months and months. But here it was again—another message, I suspect, from my mother.
Life is good.