Twelve days....
Oh, no, it's not long:
.004% of the life span of the average billionaire;
3.3% of a year;
40% of a typical month;
288 hours;
17,280 minutes;
1,036,800 seconds;
1,244,160 heart beats;
3,732,480 respirations;
43.2 miles on the treadmill;
155,520,000,000 U.S. gallons of water
over Niagara Falls;
108 miles on my bicycle;
36 meals;
12 nightly prayers;
36 instances of grace before meals;
72 cups of coffee;
12 shaves;
one Shuttle landing;
12 showers;
12 slow moonrises over the mountain;
12 stretches of Dawn's fingers over the valley;
12 afternoons of Summer's ardent rustling outside my window;
12 days of ever-darkening myrtle;
12 days, 12 nights, when even the grass has more to do than I;
12 five o'clocks taken in by watching my wrinkled hands;
tangles of leaves eliciting wonder over 12 purple dusks;
12 days and nights of ocean waves over the decks of long sunken
Spanish Men O' War off the dear Dingle coast;
12 nights of dewy, restless sleep during which I spun my purse of silk
to wait out the cold;
12 nights spotted with blue stars that shiver in the distance;
12 sudden starts from sleep at exactly 2:30 am;
12 nights of moonlight before my new couch,
as though it was frost in my office;
one silent, unwavering, unextinguished candle burning.
Time is the greatest distance between two points.
--Tennessee Williams (I think)
We walked around their beautiful property. They have two ponds (one is pictured at left). There is a large prefab building housing tractors, tool, etc. There is a small camp house with three or four beds in it and a wood stove. A dog named Fergy played with us constantly. We threw her tennis ball into the pond, and she, in turn, dove in time after time to retrieve the ball. A campfire and campfire food. Lots of good talk.
