Commotion

Denise

Commotion

Denise
dental-148045_640Growing up, I'm sure my four siblings and I, with just seven years difference between oldest and youngest, caused quite a common in our house.

These days, I can't help but notice it's my parents which cause the commotion.

A few weeks ago, my father's email account was hacked. Resetting his password and figuring out the damage done by the hacker seemed to cause the house to tilt. "I'm going to get that guy," my dad said.

I haven't asked about the hunt for the hacker because we soon out on another search.

Yesterday, my mom lost a tooth from her bridge, her removable partial denture. The night before, the tooth fell off her bridge, which has happened before. So, right after breakfast, my dad got out the Krazy Glue, tweezers and paper towels, ready to reattach the tooth. Unfortunately, he dropped the tooth.

Chaos ensued.

My dad and I crawled on the floor, feeling for the tooth with our hands. My dad had the added benefit of a flashlight. When no tooth turned up, I suggested that we put a nylon on the end of the vacuum cleaner hose and try to suck it up and catch it with the nylon. We moved the table, the chairs, anything that could be in the way.

An hour later, no tooth.

My mom and I decided it was okay to give up. My mom called the dentist before heading off to a 10 a.m. meeting, I returned to my laptop. My dad continued to use the vacuum with the nylon-covered hose. My dad cannot give up. (He also can't wait. In the winter, the night before a snowstorm, I'll ask him what time we'll start shoveling in the morning. "Oh," he'll say, "we don't have anywhere to go. We don't have to start until 8." Then, sure enough, I'll wake up the next morning at 6:15 because my father is outside with the snow blower. He can't wait.)

About 30 minutes after my mom and I threw up the white flag, my dad approached me. "Does this look like a tooth?" he asked. "Yep," I said, "It's the tooth!"

He secured the tooth in an empty (and clean) spice jar ("I'm not losing this again," he said) and headed to the dentist, where my mom intended to stop after her meeting. While he was gone, I put the breakfast room back together.

My dad returned home another 30 minutes later. "Well, I dropped it off," he said. "But I didn't have my ears on so I'm not sure what the dentist said about fixing it."

Somehow, the dentist did repair the bridge. Last night, my mom flashed her smile which included all her teeth.

Commotion over for now.

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Jean

I can just imagine this.... I loved the part about your dad not having his \"ears on\". I do hate when I misplace something ― it is hard for both P and me to let it go.. BTW, I have a missing new bra. Wonder if he could find that! LOL\r\nHow the heck do you lose a bra? In younger years, that would have been more likely... but now who knows? As long as I don't find it in the fridge, I won't worry about it.