Ascensio Domini, one week to go.

 Look out, there is nothing to see but rain, wet roofs and wet trees in the haze of a wet distance.

It is a wet day. And it is the day that the dental checkup is due, so get up and go downstairs and make breakfast.  Wake the son, he is horrified because he is late yet again. It is seven thirty already.

Then spend some time cleaning the teeth, then have a shower.There is an hour to go before the appointment.

Check that there is nothing untoward on the mail. put on the blue raincoat and take the path through the graveyard behind the church. Hear a load voice shouting from the office at the top of the stairwell in the building. Climb the stairs and enter the reception office. There is a computer specialist there talking loudly at the people who work there. A young woman comes over and asks for the medical card. Give it to her and then go to the waiting room as directed. The man is quiet now, for whatever reason.

The treatment is as always, the teeth are cleaned, the dentist does her check with all the numbers, and that is that.

Outside again, it is still raining. In the graveyard, priests hustle between the trees in their long black gowns, some have black caps on. There must be some form of ceremony going on. Next week there is that church holiday "Ascensio Domini". Perhaps this is a preparation.

The trees and the other vegetation love the rain.