the numbers game

17:  months since the flood, (all these are "since the flood"),

25:  pounds gained,

30:  pounds i need to lose,

1:   toe i expect to explode,

27:  age of my little sister tomorrow,

4:   age of my niece tomorrow (daughter of said little sister),

98:  books read,

4:   closet doors left to hang,

153: pages written on my new book,

1:   family funeral attended,

5:   "disorders" diagnosed by my psychiatrist(!),

17:  estimated age of my sweet dog, sage, who died in march,

48:  lowe's receipts (at least 3 times that many lowe's visits),

10:  average purchases per lowe's receipt,

??:  afraid to even estimate the bottles of wine consumed,

2.6: miles strolled at a local lake today with a dear friend and her 2 precious sons,

24:  teeth i expect to fall out (i'm down 8 to begin with - 4 pulled prior to braces and wisdom teeth also extracted),

23,373:  miles on my new car in less than 15 months (compared to the normal 10,000 a year pre-flood),

1,000:  cups of coffee (probably a low estimate),

34,000: dollars spent on the rebuild of house and life (ballpark),

1 billion:  prayers said on my behalf (definitely a low estimate).

just some of the figures i've been thinking about today.  since the flood was on a sunday i seem to be thinking about the event itself more today than normal.  i left the house about this time of night.  some time between 8:00 and 9:00 if i remember correctly.  i just know it was may and it was already dark; it was late. 

it's funny (not funny ha-ha) that these 17 months feel simultaneously like an instant and like 17 years but not in any way like months.  less than a year and a half.  it's like i'm a toddler and still measure my age in months.  i'm not a year old and not 2 years old - i'm 17 months old.  and i'm tired.

grace and peace