GLEEM

I’ve read enough blogs to know that no topic is too inane for a blogger, so I’m going to write about toothpaste.  I just squeezed the last, little bit of GLEEM onto my toothbrush a couple of days ago.  It was the last tube in Midland County.  Trust me, I know.  I searched far and wide with GLEEMno success.  I’ve been buying it at the Super Mercado for the last couple of years, but they finally ran out.  I Googled GLEEM and found out that Proctor & Gamble quit making it in 2014.  Bummer.  My first tooth was brushed with GLEEM in 1955.  It’s the only toothpaste I’ve used for my 61 years of living.  I could buy a case of it on eBay, but I’m not sure I want two year old toothpaste.  I had some anxiety during those last days as I watched the tube flatten as I squeezed and squeezed.

We’re funny that way.  We get attached to things.  We invest ourselves into relatively meaningless items and assets.  Do I have the right coffee?  How are my shoes?  Why did the cleaning lady move my stuff?  We let out priorities get out of whack.

I’ve switched to Crest, and, after a few days, I’m used to it and it’s just fine.

There is something about people that helps them adapt.

Think about losing your long time pets.  What do you do?  You mourn and then get a new one.  We put our Lucy down last Christmas.  She was a horrible Chocolate Lab.  She would break into the freezer and pantry.  Child-proof locks couldn’t keep her out, so I had to put a rasp lock on the freezer.  We miss her.  She was a sweet dog and we loved her, despite her demons.

Now we have Gracie, a brindled Labradoodle.  She doesn’t care about the freezer.  She just likes to read.  She’s especially partial to devotionals, like “Guideposts” and “Upper Room.”  She also Gracielikes to chew up western novels.  She has her own demons.  We love her.  So does Jonesy.

In Step Six of Alcoholics Anonymous, it says “Were entirely ready to have God remove these defects of character.”

Our defects are like toothpaste.  We get attached to them.  That’s human nature.  That’s our comfort zone.  Letting them go isn’t easy, but when we do, it’s a load off.  We just have to recognize them and ask God to do the rest.  Pretty hard.  Pretty easy.  You just have to squeeze.