Of course, just because the Calendar Commission says the season starts today, it doesn’t mean it’s actually arrived in Maine.
I celebrated Spring’s arrival by getting up early to shovel snow in the pouring rain. Yes, it snowed after I went to bed, so there was a few inches of wet, heavy white stuff that needed to be cleared before breakfast.
It started to pour when I was halfway done with the driveway. I just kept telling myself “It’s Spring now, so at least it’s not snow.” You’ve always got to find the silver linings.
The day did not get better because my first destination was the dentist. I’ve shared my fear of dentists on this blog before, Modern Philosophers, so you know that this was shaping up to be quite the stressful morning. Driving in snow to the dentist is a great way to really get the anxieties pumping.
Luckily, I have developed a way to survive my time in “The Chair”. It involves getting very lost in some extremely distracting Deep Thoughts, and refusing to snap out of it until the tools have been put away, and the chair returned to an upright position.
My dentist is pretty cool, which has helped ease the phobia. I ran into him once at the grocery store. He looked down at the basket of junk food I was carrying, and then back up at me. I insisted that I was buying it all for someone else, and he just laughed.
Today, he said he wanted to give me a gold star for the amazing progress I was making (I assumed that the progress to which he was referring was my not running screaming out of the office and threatening to sue). He did a quick examination of my mouth and said, “I do see a little bit of bleeding in there, so that means we still have some work to do.”
I very defensively pointed out that his dental hygienist had just had sharp metal objects in my mouth for the past half hour, so that might explain the blood.
He laughed and gave me a thumbs up, then vanished to probably scare the crap out of some grammar school kid with cavities.
The Girl Who Also Fears The Dentist checked in on me after my appointment, and I assured her that I had survived. That turned around my day quickly. Any time you introduce some love into the equation, the phobias are going to get reduced. It’s very comforting to have that rock to lean on when the dentist gives me the willies.
It rained all day, and the Sun never did make an appearance, but I still defiantly wore my Spring Toga, which is shorter and much lighter than my Winter one. People chuckled because I was clearly a bit chilly, but I didn’t care. It’s Spring damn it! I’m wearing my Spring Toga!
I listened to the radio on the drive home to The House on the Hill, and a deejay was interviewing Snow Miser. The miserable imp (Snow Miser, not the deejay) declared that he had no plans on leaving Maine any time soon, and that we hadn’t seen the last of snow and frigid temperatures.
I could’ve kept listening to him, but it’s Spring now, and I’m done with Snow Miser induced stress. I fiddled with the radio until I found “The Power of Love”. I sang along to that song from Back To The Future at the top of my lungs while pretending that The Girl Who Pretends To Hate My Singing was there in the passenger seat.
Deep Thoughts like that get me through dental appointments and angry rants from Snow Miser. Spring in here, Modern Philosophers. You might not see it outside quite yet, but Spring is there in your heart and in your Deep Thoughts.
All you need to do is believe…