Our life right now, in numbers
9,998 - hours to go before I become a guitar virtuoso.* I've been increasingly bothered by the gap between the amount of time I spend on supporting my kids to do cool activities and the amount of time I spend on doing cool activities myself, so I bought a super-cheap guitar** and an online guitar course. I can now play super-simple versions of Amazing Grace, Happy Birthday, and When the Saints Go Marching In, very slowly and badly. Also, my wrists hurt. And my brain hurts.
4 - my remaining weeks of work
6 - the remaining weeks of school
89 - degrees in Fahrenheit at the hottest part of the day last Thursday.
41 - Skipper's height, in inches.
36 - Skipper's weight, in pounds.
25 - Skipper's height and weight, as a percentile of girls her age in the United States.
1 - the number of times Skipper said "Fuck!" at her appointment with her new pediatrician.
*Also, apparently I need to concentrate and get good coaching, too. But that's harder to put into numbers.
** So new that it is still offgassing solvents, and smells like the tears of abused, underpaid Chinese factory workers.
4 - my remaining weeks of work
6 - the remaining weeks of school
89 - degrees in Fahrenheit at the hottest part of the day last Thursday.
41 - Skipper's height, in inches.
36 - Skipper's weight, in pounds.
25 - Skipper's height and weight, as a percentile of girls her age in the United States.
1 - the number of times Skipper said "Fuck!" at her appointment with her new pediatrician.
*Also, apparently I need to concentrate and get good coaching, too. But that's harder to put into numbers.
** So new that it is still offgassing solvents, and smells like the tears of abused, underpaid Chinese factory workers.
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