I've lost a tooth.
I'm embarrassed to tell the world of this. It implies self-neglect in one so young (?!); alternatively, it speaks of age, of physical decay. It stuns me actually, because I've always had pretty nice teeth.
While having a perfectly ordinary lunch yesterday, I felt something hard and unusual rolling about in my mouth and extracted a large piece of tooth.
Fortune would have it that this is the same tooth for which I had a root canal last year, so at least it doesn't hurt. Am a little pissed off about all the time and money spent on the root canal.
I blame Helena. I'm certain it was her swift kick to my face that precipitated the root canal. I'm equally certain it was her sudden standing up as I leaned over her, the slamming into my chin that clanked my jaw together and threw my head back, that cracked the already weakened tooth. Accidents, of course.
Up: Had a lovely walk to the dentist this morning. For the first time walked more or less in a straight line from current address to immediate vicinity of old address.
Down: Dentist previously 3 blocks away, now a 20- to 25-minute walk away.
Up: Discovered that there's a patisserie around the corner from here, not yet having walked around that particular corner.
Up: Found a fantastic second-hand bookshop featuring in its window the likes of Calvino, Gombrowicz (!), Kundera, Pirandello — for all your used 20th century European (and other) literature needs.
Down: All the books were in French translation.
Up: Two and a half hours with my feet up, sinking into a very comfortable chair, and because of the circumstances not feeling a shred of guilt for not working.
Down: Actually not getting any work done.
Up: Most of the two and a half hours was spent waiting. I read. Am about halfway through Saramago's The Double.
Down: It's not one of his stronger works.
Up: Have been meaning to get 'round to scheduling a cleaning. Done.
Down: The noise! Oh, the unbearable noise noise noise noise of dental instruments! It's never really bothered me before today.
Down: There's a cut at the corner of my mouth, courtesy of noisy dental instruments.
Down: The tooth in question is not salvageable.
Down: Dental work is expensive.
Up: On my way home purchased a small jasmine tree to lift my spirits. I've wanted one for years. I'd let all houseplants die a miserable death this winter, and this tree with its evocative scent feels appropriately inaugural in our new home.