I just finished an interesting book about a young Mormon philosopher questioning her faith and really, really wanting to have sex. Those two concepts walked hand in hand. The book, "A Lost Argument" is a 3 star deal, for you Goodreads aficionados. In the book, the protagonist goes to Germany, has a great year which the author conveys in the form of a checklist. One of my issues with the book is that a great year gets a check-list and the longest angst-filled summer gets a third of the book. A reversal might have popped it up to 4 stars.
Here are mine for the summer:
1. Number of deaths: 2
2. Number of states visited: 3
3. Number of books read: 16
4. Number of good books read: 6
4b.Number of pamplets on how to handle grief given to me by my son: 3
5. Number of relatives seen: 22 (not counting aunts/cousins nobody knew at the wake)
6. Number of yoga classes: About 15 thanks to a little coffee shop in Austin that provides a free
yoga class in the mornings as long as you order something.
7. Number of times I fantasied about moving to Austin: 4, after yoga while drinking my decaf latte, listening to a rocking pedal steel player, drinking a Shiner Bock on a 100 degree day, and running on South Congress during dawn.
8. Number of times I cooked for 16 people in a week: 3, truly a record that can stand
9. Number of runs I went on over 5 miles: 4...one of the things I enjoy most about summer
10. Number of bike rides I went on: 3
11. Number of times I got lost on bike rides: 2
12. Number of times I tried "skimboarding" in Maine: 2
13. Number of times I skimmed: 0
14. Number of times I went kayaking: 3
15. Number of things I made: 0
16. Number of camps my children attended: 5
17. Number of amusement parks/museums/"Worlds"/mini-golf places attended: 5
18. Number of times I miss Gert: daily
19. Number of rooms decluttered with some help: 4
19. Number of weeks until this is all just a memory: 1
I'm not sure if the numbers tell the whole story but I see that we all continued on, despite feeling overwhelmed and sad. I would like to add the number of friends/family who gave us love and support: too numerous to count. I know that is the main number. Love to you all!