I'm over 40 years old. Thinking about it the other day, it seemed to me that 40 years isn't that long at all. 40 winters. 40 Christmases. 40 summers. Four sets of double-handprints. You could put down a mark for each year it wouldn't take up much space at all.
And yet, when I was 10 years old, didn't it seem that those 10 years were an eternity?
And these 40 years have been an eternity too.
Nasal rhymes with Basil*. Where that thought came from? Oh, I was misreading the 2nd word in "Africa Brasil".
*Now that I think of it, they wouldn't rhyme in a British accent.
11 audio cassettes laying on the table. I recorded them to the computer, but still need to process the files. Need to do that before I record any more.
A German/English dictionary. For when I get back to reading the family letters.
A washcloth. For wiping off tears. Left on the table from the last time I had a cry, quite a while back. I rarely cry anymore, in comparison to how much I used to. I still feel like it once in a while, but it seems pointless, and I can usually distract myself from it.
A lamp socket. There's another lamp that I need to fix.
Xylitol wintergreen mints. For my teeth. The mints taste so good I could eat them all up at once. Some of my teeth are eroded at the gum line, and I want the enamel to grow back. I'm experimenting. Since my last dental cleaning, every evening after brushing my teeth, I've flossed, and then swished with a mild children's fluoride rinse. Plus xylitol mints and gum during the day.
It's as if I'm determined to go to bed late every time.
Oh and these weird sudden itches out of the blue. Like on the back of my knee, yesterday. Right now, on my left ankle.Crossposted from Dreamwidth. Comments there:
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