The Sweet Life

The window guys are at our house right now, so Abigail and I aren't. We escaped to Panera to have some breakfast. I ate an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich and coffee. Abigail had some pears and is now working her way steadily through a bag of Cheerios. We're chilling. It's a perfect morning - sunny and warm. Panera is bustling (mostly with old people or businessmen.) Days like these I feel spoiled and indulgent - like maybe the stay-at-home-mommy life isn't so bad after all. Of course, a leisurely breakfast at Panera isn't the norm for us - I just needed to be out of the way for a while. I couldn't imagine keeping Abi-girl corraled in the "back" of our house - i.e. our bedroom and her room - for 5 hours. Plus I didn't want to deal with all the noise of two men tromping through the house.

There's a table full of retired people sitting in front of me. There are 10 of them gathered together. I'm thinking this is a regular thing, that they meet to chat and have coffee. They are maybe in their 70s. I had this funny thought as I watched them - I began wondering what each one of them might have looked like in their 20s. Were they frat boys and sorrority girls? Preps? Nerds? Who knows? Right now they are all sporting the style everyone does at seventy. Tennis shoes, glasses, and short pants.

Speaking of 70, I told David last night I wished the dentist would just remove all my teeth and give me dentures or something. We made a recent visit to the dentist to discover that we (well, David, but probably me, too) have some major cavity filling to be done - along with some other work. I hate the dentist. I've always hated the dentist. I figure the deterioration of my teeth is unavoidable - and I am terrified every time I go that I will need to have work done, and that work will hurt. So why not just spare everyone the stress and anxiety? Take the teeth out, and then I won't have to worry anymore.I tried to tell him dentures would be sexy. He didn't buy it.