Here's a Little Song I Wrote...

Yesterday Alison was feeling a little cooped up, so we went to the library. It was a good trip, and we even came home with a nice-looking bundt cake from the coffee shop next door. But it wasn't enough time away, and she didn't have the energy to continue on. She only had the will, which left her frustrated. So I suggested we go to Dad's this weekend. Alison thought it was such a good idea to get away, we went home and packed. Then we left.

Dad's house is really nice. And Jan's a great listener and care-taker for Alison. Plus Dad and I enjoy hanging out in the garage tinkering with his fishing rods and new depth-finder.

But as soon as we went to bed I knew something was wrong. My tooth hurt. I tried to crunch my teeth together as a remedy, but it only made the pain jump into a burning in my ear as well. OWW. So I got up to look, analyze, and re-brush. A huge filling had dislodged itself and re-lodged itself inbetween two of my molars. I was able to move it back, but it hurt like the dickens. Alison suggested some pain medicine, and I relented and took it.

I spent the whole night dizzier than a whirling dervish. Then Alison fed me. I felt better for a half hour then puked.

But now I am only slightly dizzy writing this. But here's why I am writing: to emphasize perspective like it's the week's secret word at Peewee's playhouse. Alison's got such a good one with her illness. And yesterday I thought of a woman I know, who's military husband had just returned. Alison and I know her well enough to know that instead of being happy, she's probably complaining about how long he was gone, how delayed his return was, and how badly the beautician messed up her hair beforehand.

Remind me to send them a card congratulating them on a successful deployment. Maybe that might help her turn the corner. Seriously this life is too short to look at the bad isn't it?

So I am going to go puke now, but crawl back into bed with my beautiful wife and give her a kiss while I'm still smiling. I am so glad she was happy to get away.

Remind me to brush my teeth before that kiss...