3 anniversarys: fantastic, melancholy and tragic

                My brother no longer posts to his blog but has left MANY detailed posts on his facebook page.  Yesterday was a tribute to mom and some to himself for the grief of her loss.  He said he’d almost forgotten that it was 13 years ago yesterday.  His final note (after providing a detailed account of her final stages of life) was “hearts and wounds heal with time and that life continues moving forward”.

          Am I a terrible person for forgetting when she died?  She passed the day after Richard and I celebrated our 12^th wedding anniversary.  We were married two days prior to the bombing of the twin towers in New York – a day when our nation seemed to pull together to show their support.  A time when Rudy Giuliani cared about his city and seemed to be loved and respected.

          Having mom pass was disheartening, but I don’t think as disheartening as having her forget.  Having her mind in a different world apart from our own reality.  I remember that first week after we had checked her in. I remember watching a health-care worker spoon feeding one of the residents – the way one would a toddler in a high chair.  I was saddened by the sight thinking my mom would be in that position one day.  But she wasn’t.  She passed before going through all the stages.  I was glad of that.  I was happy to not have to see her being spoon fed.  I wasn’t happy that she had passed – but we had all lost her long before then.  Dementia had robbed us all.

          Three anniversaries in a row.  A great one for me and Richard.  A mixed-emotion one for my family.  A devastating one for the nation – though we do have a few positive results – the overall reasoning is just so heartbreaking. 

Aliens in my Mouth

                I don’t know how many months I have lived with this incredible pain on the bottom right side of my mouth.  I wasn’t even sure which tooth was causing the pain.  The last time I was at the dentist earlier this year, I pointed into my mouth at where I thought it was – somewhere between my wisdom tooth and front teeth.  But when the dentist touched each tooth and moved toward the front, the pain became more severe.  I made an appointment to have my teeth looked at by a dentist I had never been to before (one who is in our insurance network whereas the other is not) not realizing that Monday was a holiday and both Roland and Jenna would be off for Veteran’s Day.

          In Salt Lake, Veteran’s Day seemed like just another excuse to take time off, whereas in Oregon, they really go all out to honor those who served our country.  I always feel a happiness when I see the flags out revealing the patriotic pride that goes with – not just Veteran’s Day, but every day there is a reminder to display the flag.

          The Elk’s club is responsible for lining the streets and bridges with flags.  It looks really cool and respectful.  Veteran’s Day means something.  There are parades and ceremonies and other events that take place throughout the state.  I think that is great.

          So back to my tale of woe.  Whenever I would eat, I would try to keep the food on the left side of my mouth in order to avoid the blown up amount of pain that became more painful with each passing day.  It wasn’t even hard food for the most part – nothing that crunched.  On Sunday I was in so much pain that there were tears falling out of my eyes. 

          My stomach started sending me messages that it needed food and I had a light snack shortly after six.  I kept the food on the left side of my mouth.  Before I swallowed, I could feel something hard.  I knew it was a tooth – or partial tooth anyway, but could not find a place in my mouth where it might have come from.  But the pain was gone!

          On Monday morning I met some friends for breakfast, and for the first time in months was able eat my meal without having pain.  I could chew on both sides of my mouth.  It was great!

          Two hours after I returned home, Roland took me to the dentist in Winston.  I showed the doctor the tooth part that had come out of my mouth and he said it was from the bottom left wisdom tooth.  I really didn’t think the pain was that far back in my mouth.  He said the root is solid.  And unless wisdom teeth are removed before the age of 20, it is a painful procedure to have them removed at my age.  Fine.  I’ve already dealt with pain.  I really rather not pay through the nose to be tortured.

          Thus we set up another appointment to have the gap filled in next week.  Roland will be on vacation and will be able to drive me again (though I do now know how to get back there on my own) and so I will have an dental update to maybe write about next week (isn’t that exciting?)

          When we drove back into town we saw a crew starting to take down the flags.  It was only 3:30, but with all of the flags put out, it probably takes over an hour to set up and take down.  Going back to standard time may have given us a bit more daylight in the morning.  But now it appears to get dark early.  (I consider between 4:30 and 5:00 early).  That sight is sad like taking down the Christmas tree at the end (or very beginning of) the year.

The Third Week in July is Always the Hottest

I know there are millions of people who have worse heat this year than we have ever had in Oregon.  Even now, when I complain about the heat, we are not sweltering nor are having to go to the hospital due to the intense heat that many across the nation and throughout Europe are going through.  That saddens me that so many have to deal with the trauma.  I would personally have to deal with the aftermath of a hurricane or several feet of snow than to have to bear the heat that is so hot that eggs could be fried on the sidewalk.

from Fondos de Pantalla

          Tri City is an unincorporated area that shares a zip with Myrtle Creek.  My personal belief for the name in addition to Myrtle Creek, Tri City somewhat borders Riddle and Canyonville.  Each of the three cities have a celebration in the summer.  Riddle’s Sawdust Jubilee is held in the last Saturday in June.  Canyonville holds Pioneer Days Thursday, Friday and the last Saturday in August.  Between the two celebrations is Summer Fest held Thursday, Friday and the last Saturday in July – which seems to have been the hottest weekend each year we have been here.  This year’s temperatures have been in the early 90’s.

Jenna's favorite thing to draw is this cartoon dude

          Before this weekend, I had posted how humid it has been each morning and how the wind eventually blows the humidity out – but the wind  is not consistent.  It feels great when the wind blows.  At the same time it can be upsetting to some of the vendors to have their items blow in several directions. The temperatures have been below 85 for the most part – but not this weekend. And the skies have been pretty quiet overall – though I have heard more helicopters in the last couple of days.  And the river beds are dried out again.  But thus far we are not seeing the smoke that has lingered since our arrival in Oregon.  I believe the morning humidity has helped with the air quality.  At least we’ve been able to see the skies this year.

she also makes some really nice flowers

          Jenna, of course, wanted to be at the festival even before it opened.  She enjoyed recruiting people for the library booth two years ago and for Riddle’s Sawdust booth last year.  This year we left her with Summer who is not aggressive or loud.  Jenna grabbed an inflatable guitar and started singing.  Thursdays not the best day for sales.  The park gets a lot of looky-loos and a few spend money here and there (mostly on food) but by Saturday there are mobs descending at every booth and surrounding space.  Jenna enjoys “acting” but I think she secretly was trying to show up or steal away from the vendor in the next booth – a bunch of kids that she had known from Coffenberry who will be going to the high school in fall.

Here she is posing with one that Roland drew of her