Day 190
I am more than halfway through my experiment of this blog. How can that be? I started out last February, giving myself the challenge to write roughly 500 words (or so) a day on whatever came to mind at the moment I sat at this computer – usually late at night or in the wee hours of the morning.
And so it has been … 190 times.
If you’ve read some of my blogs or know me, you’ll know that I am a numbers person. One of those distracting traits that some people have … the obsession of counting whatever it is in their lives … how many steps to the mailbox, how many days since some event, how many whatever … and the like.
In any case, I’m a numbers gal and here I am on Day 190 counting down – or counting forward – to Day 365 when my year is complete.
And then what?
I don’t know.
I have some loyal followers. Which is oh so fun to think that my friends wake up in the morning and silently share my life with me … the connectedness is real and nice and very welcome and I know somehow it travels beyond space and time and reaches my soul.
Will I continue after my year is up? I don’t know. I might just wrap all of these blogs up into another book. We’ll see.
Anyway … here we are, Day 190. The third day, in a row, of sub 80 degree weather in Chicago. I’ve had pants and long-sleeved shirts on. It is August. I am not understanding this! And trust me, not understanding this is not the same as complaining about it. This is heaven. I am not a slobberpuss of sweat … I am not sticky, or crabby or hot. And, my house has been almost quiet … no a/c running, no fans on … no noise! Even the planes gave a rest today (until about an hour ago) and were using a different runway! It’s been cool, it’s been cloudy, it’s been lovely!
Sam is in town … we’ve laughed and gardened and gone to Starbucks and eaten more than two people should eat in 3 days. My kind of gal! We’ve seen friends and family. We’ve shopped and watched a movie and I got a (much-needed) tutorial on my new phone … and if we did none of that and just sat and were together for the past 3 days it would have been just as great. Yet, once again, I find myself counting and I only have another 11 hours with her before she is on her way home.
In an hour Dori (my blind and deaf pug) turns 13. Another geriatric fur factory member and though aging, she is still going strong and gets around quite well. We had a birthday party tonight for her … and for Henry. He’s my silver tabby with baby blue eyes and he turns 20 in a week. TWENTY. I’ve never had an animal live this long before. He is sweet and amazingly spry for a centenarian (in cat years) or close to it … and spends his nights walking the couch back meowing at me. LOVELY.
And though I love the constant nightly attention … I will be very happy when that bed comes because I am, literally, counting the days.