Reading through this book took some effort. The writing is simple and lacking in obvious metaphor. I became bored just past the halfway mark.

Perseverance paid off, however. No, the writing did not become more colourful, nor did the plot become more intriguing. In fact, the reason that this book has satisfied so many millions of people is because of the simplicity of the truths that it presents.

The book shows that life is about the journey — and true satisfaction in life is about a single-minded journey to achieve that which we feel calling out from our deepest recesses.

Everything falls into place along this path. Be it good or bad we learn from it all and step forward towards our goals. In the end, does it matter that what we desired was in front of us from the beginning?

The Alchemist is an allegorical story of wisdom. Most of us will lie on our deathbeds before we ultimately realize or understand what Coelho tries to show us in this simple tale.

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TroubleMaker

Remember back in 2007, when we had my wife’s great aunt and her friend over from Romania for a visit? We couldn’t get rid of them fast enough because of the fighting between them.

So, in a moment of weakness, we decided to invite TroubleMaker (TM) back alone for a visit.

She arrived here after not having slept for 36 hours (combined travel and pre-travel insomniac excitement time). Nausea prevented her from eating well for the first day. While throwing up into the toilet during day 2, her lower denture fell in and then she accidentally flushed it.

“Can you get it back?” she asked.

I pointed to our septic tank. “See those green plastic covers in the ground over there?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s where it is now.”

We took her to a denturist nearby. $1600 later and she now has 2 new full dentures (upper and lower). The previous lower denture cost  50 Euros (which we explained to the denturist as he looked at her old upper denture in disbelief).

The first three or four days with the new dentures was new-found torture for The Girl and me as the usual denture sores developed and TM was still not able to eat properly.

After a denture adjustment or two, TM was able to eat decently again. More importantly, she was able to take her “nerve” pill and keep it down. That wonder pill, the “nerve” pill, has almost transformed her into a normal woman. Almost…but definitely enough for us to enjoy life again.

She’s here until the end of July.

I hope to also be.

The Girl needed a root canal on a lower left molar and so I was voluntold to do it.

I’ve had some previous experience doing dental work in her mouth. We’ve come a long way since those early days.

She still needs nitrous, but is now ok without oral tranquilizers and we don’t yell at each other as much. In fact there were no raised voices yesterday.

The procedure went well. I had to numb the crap out of the tooth because it was undergoing an irreversible pulpitis.

We went out for dinner afterwards to celebrate a job well done.

Because her tongue, cheek, and lip were still numb on the left side, she tried to do all of her chewing on the right so that she wouldn’t accidently chomp down on her tongue or cheek on the left without realizing.

Instead she chomped down on her tongue on the right and definitely realized. That’s a pretty ugly hematoma that has developed.

She’s not in too much discomfort at the moment. Although I do sympathize with her, my happiness at coming through the whole experience unharmed, myself, is something that money can never buy.