- Seconds measure heart rates, how fast people run, and how long it takes a car to go from 0-60.
- Minutes tell us how long we'll be sitting in front of a movie.
- Hours remind us how long we have to get through the day.
- Days are units in a week.
- Weeks are units in a month.
- Months represent an infinite amount of productivity.
- Years are reminders to make Best-Of lists.
- Decades define fashion and musical styles.
- Centuries register socio-economic trends
- As previously stated, millennia are relatively pointless in their vast conceptual expanse.
- Bottom line, time is time. If you made it through before, you can do it again. I tell myself that often in moments of stress. As my high school English teacher, Mr. Clark, would say while roaming the classroom during exams, "Time is passing; even if you're not."
- I recently binge watched two seasons of Orange Is the New Black (so I've had the theme song, You've Got Time stuck in my head for weeks. That all took me back to the idea of life being a sentence.
- Marriage years are pretty much 1:15 -- Jamie and I have known each other 18 years and married for twelve, but I can barely remember what my life was like before her. And I'm sure every year with me has taken at least two off her life.
- Parenting years are 1:30, in that, as with marriage, it's hard to remember or imagine my life without my kids. It's certainly not that I see them as adults (in fact, on some level I'll most likely always see them as children).
- Vacation time: I'm now writing this on the last day of a family vacation in Vermont in a place I've been coming for 35 years. One of the nice things about doing that is seeing how little this particular locale has changed. You can see in the pictures below the hilltop tennis courts and swimming pool that will always represent summer getaways for me. I've also posted a picture of the wide railroad tie and gravel stairs climbing that mountain to fun. I did climb it this year, though it was about as intimidating as it was at age 8. So it's been a great vacation for all I've accomplished -- climbing those stairs, playing "mini-tennis" (just the service boxes) with Wyatt, swimming, walking around town, having quality time with my parents, siblings, nieces and nephew, playing mini-golf with Wyatt and my parents, catching up on Last Week Tonight, watching They Came Together,writing this (finally), making a dent in the novel my friend Julie very kindly dedicated to me (no, it is not about me, only loosely inspired by me in that it is about a thirtysomething English woman who illustrates children's books); having a night out just for Jamie and me; fixing and/or breaking my family's computers. And then there's the delusion of vacation time -- that without work and with the kids at day camp -- I should have ample time to do everything I want and then some. Not so. Vacation time also carries over a bit into Re-Entry to Reality Time. Thus the fact that I'm not finishing this until a week after our return to Maine.
- Semicolon years: it's been four years since my aneurysm was diagnosed (my aneurversary; I need another term for my stroke's birthday on October 1 (cerebralation? suggestions?)), since I started living my life as a semicolon. The positive side of that lifestyle is a focus on hope and -- hypothetically (within reason) -- fearlessness. The downside of that somewhat romanticized outlook is the anticipatory limbo (yes, I just like saying anticipatory). This pause of contemplation has given me valuable perspective but at times puts life on hold (a.k.a. Shapcrastination). I know it's not just me. We all make promises to ourselves about what's going to jump start our lives: "Once I have surgery...recover....get discovered...start exercising (my walk, by the way, was downgraded to 1.5 miles)...the kids are in college...get a better job...go to college...get married...get divorced...move out of my parents' basement... buy a house... get clean...have a baby, etc. We tend to believe a change in conditions will make all the difference. I don't think that's inherently untrue, but I also don't think it magically leads to the progress we so desperately desire.
|Yin and Yang (Thomas and Newt)|
|Puppy Max and Gus|
|Puppy Max and his boys|
|Puppy Max and his friend Stella. A year later, Max is bigger than she is.|
|The pool at the top of the hill.|
|The tennis courts in the middle of the hill (as seen from the pool at the top).|
|Hard to see, but these stairs just keep on going up to the courts and then the pool.|