Monday, October 1, 2018

274/365/Scary Stuff

Last night I read a poem that mentioned “the sensation you might feel as you passed through the moment at the exact center of your life” and I realized that no matter what, I have long passed that moment. And maybe that’s a scary thing, or not, depending on one’s outlook in this moment. Or this one.

But I realize that my father’s center moment is calculable now, and without spending too much time on it, but being sure to count leap-year days, my math tell me that his halfway point was around November 2, 1973. He was teaching physics at a college; his daughters were in the sixth and fourth grade. The house was new. Nixon was president. That was scary.
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5 comments:

  1. HelenOctober 1, 2018 at 10:09 AM

    Oh, this gave me chills... the concept of a halfway-through-life moment that can be calculated to the nearest day.

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  2. Kim HanniganOctober 1, 2018 at 5:37 PM

    Another thing to know that I missed as it flew by! Unless, of course, if I'm going to make it to 119, which means that the half-way point is rapidly approaching! Everything about this post is perfect, and yes, 1973 was scary. (This makes me think of other things to write about....thank you!)

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  3. CedarwaxwingOctober 2, 2018 at 11:28 AM

    Clare brought of something sort of similar a couple of years ago on her birthday. She said we celebrate our birthdays but will never know our deathday, at least if we die a natural death or in an accident.

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  4. MaliOctober 3, 2018 at 8:15 PM

    Okay, now you're making me think about calculating my dad's centre moment.

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  5. SabineOctober 20, 2018 at 7:48 AM

    Nixon was scary. Thank goodness you'll never have another scary president...

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