sigh - entropy wins in the end.

I have had this belt since I was fifteen.  I love this belt.  I wear it at least once a month.  At least!  For 46 years I have worn this belt at least once a month.  There were periods when I wore it almost daily.  I have gotten my money's worth out of this belt.  And yesterday, when I took it off, it fell apart in my hands.  DH is a machinist.  He knows about metals and repairs and how to fix things.  He tells me that it's "pot metal" and can not be welded.  Oh sigh!

 My dear old belt has passed.  Every thing breaks or runs down in time.  Entropy wins in the end.  I will love DH for several millenia after the sun has collapsed to a cold cinder, but infinity is long.  In time, our very atoms will be recycled in the cosmic mixmaster.

Now there's an interesting thought.  Wonder if I'm using anything that once was used by Atilla the Hun?  A few oxygen molecules? a trace of carbon?  Or maybe an iron atom in my blood once tarnished the sword of Ceasar.    "I'm unstable because some of my calcium once belonged to Rasputin."  Beats, "The dog ate my homework.," as an excuse.

Some things last though.  I went to the dentist today for a cleaning.  Except for four wisdom teeth that proved to be superfluous to requirements in my early 20s, I have all the original equipment.  And they tell me that I'm good for another six months.  Woohoo!  I get to keep my teeth!!  That's  cause for celebration.  Beertender - floss for the house!