a trip to the dentist...

 Once upon a time, a trip to the dentist for a teeth cleaning, and examination was one of only many things cityboy did with his day. After his cleaning in December (the last one before this one) cityboy headed to Friends to watch Drama teacher Steve Boroka tell his story, show films of his major successes (of which there are many) and discuss the future of theater at Friends. Another time cityboy scooted over to the Met to catch a great performance of an opera he considers amazing: Die Frau Ohne Schotten, by Richard Strauss. The cleaning was tough but the fallout was minimal---then on to the next chapter in his life.
  Not so today. Well, this was the first cleaning in eight months, and his dentist indicated that there was  lot of plaque waiting to be cleaned up. But, as usual when he goes outside now for an extended period of time, cityboy has to make sure he has not eaten in at least two hours, and even if he gets hungry, he stays away from food All this worked out well---the cleaning was intense, and cityboy could hardly walk the half block from mid sixth to seventh avenue (57th street) because the force of the instruments was so strong. Then the hunger struck. Cityboy was able to quickly get a roast beef sandwich from a deli on seventh and eat most of it in the park---then grab a 7 bus back to his apartment. At the apartment, he could do little but lie down. So it has been for most of the day. Are the "two activity" days over for cityboy? Must there be only one dominant activity and then "home"? We shall see. For years cityboy had had his teeth cleaned mostly every three months, and the result was teeth that never aged. And how much bacteria that could have spread to the rest of his body was caught in those cleanings?  This cleaning, by definition, had to have a lot of strength---others in the future maybe not so much. Still, the chemistry in cityboy's body has changed, and it meant that once he returned to the apartment, his energy insisted he remain there.

  Cityboy spent the rest of the day, mostly reading the Christie mystery that captured his imagination so strongly yesterday. Got to the end, found out who the murderer was---mystery over. Amazing how Ms. Christie could create the elaborate puzzles and move her people in and out of places so realistically. Of course, now that I have finished the mystery, I realize how superficial, in terms of writing, it is. On to something a little more challenging. And yet, while i was reading it, following the twists and turns of the mystery, I never wanted to be anywhere else. 

Monday evening, late---I was sure there would be no blog entry today, but i seem to have found a second wind--not really tired now. So it happened. Will report soon