Just a Saturday
This morning I was lying in the chair at the dental hygienist. With all kinds of tools, all the gunk that had built up on my teeth over the past year was scraped off. Because it was my first time at this place, I got a goodie bag with some oral care products: little tubes of toothpaste, mouthwash, and even a tongue scraper that’s supposed to give me fresh breath. Was that some kind of hint?
I stepped out of the treatment room, greeted the lady who had just rebuilt my mouth, greeted the newly arrived customers, and walked outside into the fresh air.
On my bike ride back home, I moved my tongue around my mouth to feel how polished my teeth were. After all, it will take a year before I have that ultrasmooth feeling again, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Back at home. Bike back in the shed, shopping bag grabbed from the cupboard, and off to the store. A quick look at the post app showed that my new record had arrived. Of course, I picked it up right away and then went to the drugstore for the set of interdental brushes the dental hygienist recommended. I bought them just for the sake of it, because imagine if she were secretly spying on me from behind a wall to see whether I actually follow her advice. When I'm back home, I can just toss them in the back of the cupboard and maybe stumble upon them again during some future cleaning spree.
And now finally home for real. Record on the turntable, laptop on my lap... Time to type. A new blog post certainly doesn’t appear out of nowhere. Although, where my screen was still empty ten minutes ago, a pretty cool bit of text has appeared by now. If you didn’t know any better, you might call it magic.
A little magic, on some random Saturday in November.