Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Another trip to the dentist in Darkest Kent, held up by a meandering sheep en route who stood in the middle of the road sniffing the air and looking about in a delicate and very unsheeplike way as though unable to decide on the best course of action. We eyeballed each other (sympathetically, I felt) for a few minutes while a few of its friends joined and waited for some kind of instruction or inner prompting as to what the next move should be. They moseyed off thoughtfully onto the open heathland of the forest. I went to get my tooth fixed.
A long drive like that (three-hour round trip, counting time spent in chair with mouth open) is not a good thing but this time was unaccountably better than last week - plus, I was not charged for the work, as I feared I might be. And on the journey back I listened to The Best of Kirsty McColl and sang along. So many good songs on that album, mostly love songs, a couple of the most quotable lines being, I fell out of favour with heaven somewhere, and I'm here for the hell of it now.
And then this (see above, by artist Yoshitomo Nara) waited for me on the doormat when I got home - a birthday postcard from a friend in Berlin, with lovely and funny words that uplifted me - just when I might have toppled into an afternoon's trough of miserableness. Well, we have pain and fatigue but the spirits are badassly high. And the title of the picture is Too Young To Die, which is spot on. Sheep, friends, good words - what else is there? (A cigarette, obviously - sshhh).