I read a long time ago that if you dreamt of losing your teeth, you were dreaming about age. In a non-coincidence just before my 30th birthday I dreamt all my teeth fell out. Now I am older and definitely have teeth issues. In fact, I believe teeth are at the root (Ha, not ha) of my present predicament. The hole in my mouth. Recently, the bridge and crown covering that rogue tooth was removed. The remainder has to go but I have been trying to hold off as I have an important meeting with the head of my company July 31. I need to be able to talk and look healthy. And yes, my health is important but if I have no job or a miserable one, my health will also be impacted negatively.
Today, I took our 12 year old niece to a bracelet making class for her birthday. Just the two of us at an adult class. She told me how she feared 13. It’s the end of childhood and she will be a teenager. A child after my own heart as she has 11 months to go. Today is also the day of my high school picnic. Every year on this weekend in July, my high school which closed in the 80’s has an all class picnic. I grew up in Levittown and as I explained to my niece not only were there people in your class but whole families you grew up with. I literally was in the same class with one boy from second grade through my first year of college I went two years and then stopped. I find I revert to high school and try to disappear. I was quiet and odd. Now I am louder and odd. I explained to my niece when I was at school being smart was not looked up to. I also hate looking the way I do. The first year I went without the brace. The second year I had to. Now, I have to use a cane. I can’t STAND the OMG what happened to you!!! And the pity. Don’t tell me it’s in my mind either. Because of mobility, it’s hard for me to get up and move around. The first year we went my husband was anxious as he thought he wouldn’t know anyone. He is younger than me and grew up several towns over. You can tell where this is going. He recognized more people than I did. Recognize is relative. We are older and balder and broader and greyer. Me, I am the gimpiest next to the guy that my husband knew who lost his leg in a motorcycle accident. So, when I think I see someone I recognize I can’t walk quickly enough to talk to them. And here’s another reason I don’t go anymore, every year after the picnic someone dies! First year someone got run over by a cab, 2nd year a guy who grew up behind me was hit by a garbage truck, last year someone from my class was killed by a wrong way driver. Why tempt fate?
So jewelry with niece, leather wrap bracelet, nicer than hippie ones, safer than picnic. However, all the nostalgia and seeing things again through 12 year old eyes. We leave the class and part of the rogue tooth crumbles and comes out. Irony and age. Now I have another hole in my mouth, more poison loose in my body. A stunning reminder of aging on a reunion day.