Bridget lost two teeth yesterday. And one a few days before that. And another a couple of weeks ago.
Besides our Tooth Fairy's gender confusion issues, we also have a certain amount of laziness forgetfulness on the part of the Tooth Fairy. The Fairy still hadn't made it to our house for the tooth lost way back in May sometime.
Three teeth lost in 4 days could not be ignored. This note was left with Bridget's teeth:
The Tooth Fairy is sufficently guilty for its lack of attention to Bridget.
An engineering term meaning the angle at which dirt and pebbles stop rolling and come to rest.
The other title I'd considered for this blog is a country western song: I love this crazy tragic sometimes almost magic awful beautiful life.
Contrary ideas, those. No matter. Life is full of contradictions, juxtapositions, conflicts and compromises. Meeting these gracefully, to find one's own angle of repose is a way of acheiving balance, sanity, gratification.