Toothpaste is something that doesn’t need to be purchased very often. A large tube lasts a long time, at least it does for me. Somewhere along the way, I think largely listening to my dentist (and we have a very wonderful dentist), I have formed this opinion that keeping it simple is the key to good oral health:
Floss regularly: (I have a friend who hates flossing and she says when asked if she flosses regularly she say yes-as she does floss regularly but her definition of ‘regularly’ and her dentist’s are not the same)
Brush regularly. Use specialized toothpaste with due care and attention e.g. the toothpaste for sensitive teeth shouldn’t be used willy nilly. It should be used only on the sensitive part and not routinely. The same goes for toothpaste that includes various abrasives and who know if the home bleaching stuff works.
Buying toothpaste: Popping into a pharmacy last week, I planned to make a quick purchase-a tube of regular toothpaste that contained fluoride. That’s it. No whiteners, no sensitive gum protection, no stronger, higher, faster than a speeding bullet. Well, I have clearly been living under a rock for this is what the shelves look like when it comes to buying toothpaste:
I worked in pharmacies for the better part of 20 years and we used to sell toothpaste with fluoride, period.That’s what I wanted to buy. Instead there was sensitive pro-relief, optic white, pro-enamel (don’t try to tell me toothpaste will help me grow more enamel), cavity protection, total defence, gum protection, advanced fresh and whitening gel, brilliant whitening and cleans your closets on Tuesdays. For a few moments I thought there was no such thing as regular toothpaste any more. And then I saw two little rows of regular toothpaste on the very bottom shelf. Good thing I am able to bend over and select items from a bottom shelf or I’d be brushing with some striped, optically brilliant, pro-enamel, tartar and plaque fighting sparkly gel with gentle abrasives and a bonus foot massage.
Three months into accordion lessons and it’s an experience in humility. I have moved on from Book One and its byline “congratulations on buying your child an accordion” . From Book Two I have been playing La Donna E Mobile.
I’ve played that song 120 times (at least) and think I must have 240 times left to go before it is recognizable. I am enjoying the experience and the lessons. The slow progress not so much.
A few weeks ago my friend and I went into an antique furniture store. And there was an accordion sitting there. A beautiful red accordion. It was a larger accordion than my purchase of a few months and you know, it makes sense to have more treble keys and more bass buttons, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? And it was red, that pretty vintage accordion. I hemmed and hawed and went back a few days later and well, I couldn’t resist.
When I told my accordion teacher what I’d done, he said I had GAS-Gear Acquisition Syndrome. I’m looking for a case for it now and maybe I should acquire one more model at some point. You know a little beater accordion I could play at our community garden. We could conduct an experiment to see if plants respond to a haltingly played version of La Donna E Mobile.
Much too many years ago we had “new neighbours” move in next door to us in Regina, Saskatchewan. They were, in short order, very dear friends and we learned, the best neighbours anyone could hope to have. I remember thinking, at the time, just how lucky we were they chose the house next door. Nothing lasts forever and ultimately we both moved away. Our friend moved to Ukraine.He has blogged off and on since he moved there and the topics have been wide-ranging. I had always enjoyed the pieces about everyday life in Ukraine in times gone by. We couldn’t have predicted how events would unfold in the recent weeks. Most recently many of the blogs focus on the situation in Ukraine and Crimea.