Televisions over dentists' chairs seem to be just a given thing these days (can you imagine, says one who thought dentists offering headphones and CD's a few years ago were innovative). Ours, for some reason, never seems to bother turning on the captioning, but you can usually catch enough of what's going on if the cleaning machines aren't making too much noise.
On various occasions I've watched people voting on wedding dresses, trying to decide whether to renovate or move (maybe if we just moved the doorway?), and blathering about celebrity life. I thought the most appropriate episode was a home-improvement show that demonstrated drilling into a concrete patio...while I was getting a tooth drilled.
That was until today. Today, again getting drilled and filled, I was treated to an episode of "How It's Made," featuring Statue Restoration, Tripods, Polish Sausages, and Welding Guns. I especially enjoyed the art restorer who mixed plaster with glue, and dabbled it into all the broken places on a statue of the Madonna, at approximately the same time as the dentist was mixing up whatever dentists mix up and dabbling it into my broken places. And cooking it with what didn't seem that different from a Welding Gun.
As for the Polish Sausages, we won't even go there.
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Treehouse Archives: All I Want For Christmas
First posted December 2013.
Some people can make a story, or a sermon, out of just about anything. So here's an anything for today.
Actually it happened yesterday. Mr. Fixit was having a checkup at the dentist's, and across the hall the other dentist was examining an emergency case: a young hockey player who had broken off four or five teeth in a game. Not with a stick in the mouth, but by hitting a guard rail.
Hurray for our national pastime.
They brought his teeth along in a bag, but they were in too many pieces to put back together. The dentist said the choices were between pulling all that remained of the broken teeth, and giving the boy a bridge, or doing implants. They decided to go with the implants, but it will take about eight months to complete them. (Mr. Fixit got the full benefit of this from across the hall.)
The cost? Thousands of dollars. Not covered by health care or work benefits.
Ouch, and again ouch.
So we have a ready-made example of our fragmented lives and hearts. Like the shattered plaster angel in Jan Karon's Shepherds Abiding, sometimes there seem to be too many parts to put back together. Sometimes the consequences of our mistakes and sins will be felt for the rest of our lives. Like the mother bemoaning the cost of the repairs, sometimes we have no idea how we are even going to start making things right.
The long dark night of the teeth.
And yet the people walking in darkness have seen a great light (Isaiah 9:2). There is something...Someone...that transcends, that heals the shattered, feeds the hungry, fills the empty.
Anticipating that...is Advent.
Some people can make a story, or a sermon, out of just about anything. So here's an anything for today.
Actually it happened yesterday. Mr. Fixit was having a checkup at the dentist's, and across the hall the other dentist was examining an emergency case: a young hockey player who had broken off four or five teeth in a game. Not with a stick in the mouth, but by hitting a guard rail.
Hurray for our national pastime.
They brought his teeth along in a bag, but they were in too many pieces to put back together. The dentist said the choices were between pulling all that remained of the broken teeth, and giving the boy a bridge, or doing implants. They decided to go with the implants, but it will take about eight months to complete them. (Mr. Fixit got the full benefit of this from across the hall.)
The cost? Thousands of dollars. Not covered by health care or work benefits.
Ouch, and again ouch.
So we have a ready-made example of our fragmented lives and hearts. Like the shattered plaster angel in Jan Karon's Shepherds Abiding, sometimes there seem to be too many parts to put back together. Sometimes the consequences of our mistakes and sins will be felt for the rest of our lives. Like the mother bemoaning the cost of the repairs, sometimes we have no idea how we are even going to start making things right.
The long dark night of the teeth.
And yet the people walking in darkness have seen a great light (Isaiah 9:2). There is something...Someone...that transcends, that heals the shattered, feeds the hungry, fills the empty.
Anticipating that...is Advent.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
It's Advent Not Christmas, Day 17: All I Want For Christmas
Some people can make a story, or a sermon, out of just about anything. So here's an anything for today.
Actually it happened yesterday. Mr. Fixit was having a checkup at the dentist's, and across the hall the other dentist was examining an emergency case: a young hockey player who had broken off four or five teeth in a game. Not with a stick in the mouth, but by hitting a guard rail.
Hurray for our national pastime.
They brought his teeth along in a bag, but they were in too many pieces to put back together. The dentist said the choices were between pulling all that remained of the broken teeth, and giving the boy a bridge, or doing implants. They decided to go with the implants, but it will take about eight months to complete them. (Mr. Fixit got the full benefit of this from across the hall.)
The cost? Thousands of dollars. Not covered by health care or work benefits.
Ouch, and again ouch.
So we have a ready-made example of our fragmented lives and hearts. Like the shattered plaster angel in Jan Karon's Shepherds Abiding, sometimes there seem to be too many parts to put back together. Sometimes the consequences of our mistakes and sins will be felt for the rest of our lives. Like the mother bemoaning the cost of the repairs, sometimes we have no idea how we are even going to start making things right.
The long dark night of the teeth.
And yet the people walking in darkness have seen a great light (Isaiah 9:2). There is something...Someone...that transcends, that heals the shattered, feeds the hungry, fills the empty.
Anticipating that...is Advent.
Actually it happened yesterday. Mr. Fixit was having a checkup at the dentist's, and across the hall the other dentist was examining an emergency case: a young hockey player who had broken off four or five teeth in a game. Not with a stick in the mouth, but by hitting a guard rail.
Hurray for our national pastime.
They brought his teeth along in a bag, but they were in too many pieces to put back together. The dentist said the choices were between pulling all that remained of the broken teeth, and giving the boy a bridge, or doing implants. They decided to go with the implants, but it will take about eight months to complete them. (Mr. Fixit got the full benefit of this from across the hall.)
The cost? Thousands of dollars. Not covered by health care or work benefits.
Ouch, and again ouch.
So we have a ready-made example of our fragmented lives and hearts. Like the shattered plaster angel in Jan Karon's Shepherds Abiding, sometimes there seem to be too many parts to put back together. Sometimes the consequences of our mistakes and sins will be felt for the rest of our lives. Like the mother bemoaning the cost of the repairs, sometimes we have no idea how we are even going to start making things right.
The long dark night of the teeth.
And yet the people walking in darkness have seen a great light (Isaiah 9:2). There is something...Someone...that transcends, that heals the shattered, feeds the hungry, fills the empty.
Anticipating that...is Advent.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
What's up in the Treehouse?
It is a pretty quiet day here. There is a brushing of snow on the ground. We've started our Advent devotional book even though it isn't Advent, because Advent this year is only about three weeks long, and the book is written for four.
Dollygirl has been writing first-term exams and working on her term project, which is to design a new historical 18-inch doll for any decade of the 20th century that American Girl skipped. She chose the 1950's.
Mama Squirrel has been making things, cleaning things, and working on Term Two. We have a church dinner on Saturday, which I'm helping with, but someone else is doing the planning for that.
The Apprentice has had an insane amount of project work, but the university term is almost over now except for exams. So she'll be around more next month.
Ponytails is at school, which is going okay this fall. (Ponytails, you can add to or correct that at your pleasure.)
Mr. Fixit is doing his usual fixiting. And chauffeuring--today it's dentist appointments for the Squirrelings, after Ponytails gets home from school. Also he's putting the finishing touches on his annual comedy monologue for the church dinner.
There's Reuben Chicken in the slow cooker, and pumpkin bread thawing on the counter.
Dollygirl has been writing first-term exams and working on her term project, which is to design a new historical 18-inch doll for any decade of the 20th century that American Girl skipped. She chose the 1950's.
Mama Squirrel has been making things, cleaning things, and working on Term Two. We have a church dinner on Saturday, which I'm helping with, but someone else is doing the planning for that.
The Apprentice has had an insane amount of project work, but the university term is almost over now except for exams. So she'll be around more next month.
Ponytails is at school, which is going okay this fall. (Ponytails, you can add to or correct that at your pleasure.)
Mr. Fixit is doing his usual fixiting. And chauffeuring--today it's dentist appointments for the Squirrelings, after Ponytails gets home from school. Also he's putting the finishing touches on his annual comedy monologue for the church dinner.
There's Reuben Chicken in the slow cooker, and pumpkin bread thawing on the counter.
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