once upon a time 6/7ths of us were steamrolled by a post-thanksgiving flu, and then just about the time i could stand without a perilous case of jelly legs, this oral surgeon stopped in and wrenched out my wisdom tooth.
or actually, i went to his place and paid to have it extracted, but the whole thing still feels crazy, like here, let me trade you $350 for a double helping of misery. with a side of nausea and swollen gums. and for dessert, nearly passing out.
i am on day three of empty socket pain, and i am possibly being a baby about it, but i'd have to say that on the outside i am quite stoic and respectable. you, however, dear blog readers, get direct access to the Inner Workings of my Soul, and in here it's all about the whining and the passing out.
in truth, i think the main problem is that i didn't expect it to hurt much. it's like when you go to watch a nicholas sparks movie thinking it's going to be sappy and horribly predictable, and then when it's halfway decent you're mildly dazed with how not-bad it was. (theoretically. i don't know that this has ever happened in actual real reality, but it could.) (ns fans everywhere, i'm sorry for my feelings on the subject.) so that. it's like that, but in reverse.
also, one more thing and then i promise i shall scoot along to greener pastures: it tastes like a sweaty lemon walked into my mouth and died. why is that? the percocet? the saltwater washes? it's unclear.
but moseying along.
it's that time of year to print your beloved a pair of tea towels, bake up some gingersnaps, or buy them a flock of sheep. it's also that time of year for me to have a christmas sale in my shop, so if you're hankering after a map print, do stop in.
and while we're talking shop, etsy has a fresh batch of beautiful somethings this season. once in a while i find a gift that is just perfect for someone i know, but mostly my etsy sifting serves up inspiration to dig in and make that little something.
okay, so most of those somethings? i probably couldn't pull off. but i could totally learn to make them, in an alternate universe with 60 hour days and a more talented version of me. either way, i'm excited that we've hit the season where i get to make people stuff, and they get to smile and say grazie (translation: what is it?) and wear it around town as if it's their favorite thing ever.
and mostly: i'm glad for the wonder thick around us. for the marvel of God with sinew, lips, elbows. for grace brought close to live with us and die for us.
It's still a mystery to me
That the hands of God could be so small,
How tiny fingers reaching in the night
Were the very hands that measured the sky
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world
Son of God, Servant King,
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