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Monday, August 28, 2023 at 04:44PM 
Cadged from the internet
TG came at me several days ago with a fun fact. He'd heard it on the radio.
The average person lives four thousand weeks, he said.
I let that sink in. Just for a moment. Then:
Huh? I said. I mean, I was thinking about how fast a week goes by.
BOOM! It's Monday. Sleep a little, walk a little, read a little, take a picture or two, text some friends or the kids, do some laundry, load the dishwasher, go to church, and BOOM! It's Monday again.
A week.
On a never-ending repeat cycle.
Only four thousand of those? A ten-year-old has already lived more than five hundred of them!
I whipped out my phone, located the calculator, and attempted to do some nitty-gritty math.
Finding I could not do it that way, I consulted the internet.
Are you ready for this?
Not counting the nine months I was in the womb (I was born on the very day I was due, owing to the fact that I'm nothing if not punctual), I have already lived three thousand, four hundred and sixty-nine weeks.
Of four thousand.
Siblings. No rivalry ... yet. Photo courtesy Andrew Weber
That's IF I make it to age seventy-seven, and you know as well as I do that there is no guarantee of that.
Of course I could go beyond age seventy-seven, and I know we are all hoping that I do. Aren't we?
And not for nothing but here are the balance of my grimtastic statistics. I dare you to put in your own birthday.
Why oh why do you devote so much of your wee tired pirate brain to deliberating on such things, you may be asking.
Because as I write, Baby Guy is already four days old. Almost one week!
I haven't even met him yet. And already I am wondering -- just out of curiosity -- if I will live to see him graduate from high school.
Unless he turns out to be a child prodigy, that's about nine hundred twenty-six weeks from now. Class of 2041. I will be eighty-four years old.
Long past threescore and ten and well past threescore and seventeen.
Let's face it: this may all be moot.
One thing we know is that we don't know. How many more weeks we have to live, that is.
Some of us may make it to age one hundred. It's not unheard of.
That's five thousand, two hundred weeks (ezpz).
I'd better check and see if Mom has ordered my cap and gown ... Photo courtesy Andrew Weber
But if best-case likely scenario is that we have a mere four thousand weeks?
And most of them are already gone with the wind?
I'd better go get a load of laundry started.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Monday
Reader Comments (14)
Ugh! My friend and I meet every Friday to walk and have breakfast and they do come up extremely fast! That is why you make the most of every single day, or at least I try to! I've been slacking on my blog reading so now I'm headed to check out your post on baby Guys birth!
@Jeanette ... I know, right? It's all a blur xoxo
Jenny, being much farther along than you, I don't even want to see that calculation! I see Ember is already babysitting.
Well - I've now lived 3275 weeks. What a thought. You're right (as usual) :) those weeks go flying by. I too wonder about seeing my grand girls graduating, marrying... I guess this is a reminder to cherish our days with them now.
I'm happy Ember is enjoying having a brother so far. We know there will be days when she won't appreciate him! I wonder if his hair will stay dark?
Now we wait for Cherica!
@Barb ... Ember does seem to be keeping good watch, doesn't she? And I don't blame you for putting that calculation out of your mind. It's all good. xoxo
@Mari ... haha you're right ... let's not dwell on those weeks because they all hold precious memories and however many we get, we get. I believe you'll see your girlies do all the things and I hope I get to see MUCH of what my grands do as they grow up to adulthood. Ember seems to be handling the situation well and I think she thinks the world of Guy. He is an easy baby so far but of course Brittany is worn out. We all wonder if his hair will stay dark too, and today we all (here) noticed in pics Andrew sent, that he is a member of the hole-in-chin club! That is a strong trait in Brittany's family! Her sister and brother both have it, haaha ... and yes, Cherica are trying to be patient, counting the days, fixing up Rhett's new room and preparing the nursery for the kid who does not yet have a NAME ... xoxo
Well, however much time each of us may have left, I am really glad of one thing. That we do not know when it will come and we don't know the future. WHY do people want to know the future so badly? We sure have more than enough worries just from day to day. God not showing us is a great gift, I think.
@Ginny ... I agree. I do not want to know, and I am grateful for the assurance I have from God's Word that when I do go, because of His sacrifice on the cross, I have a home in heaven. I don't know what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. xoxo
I am trying very hard to make the most of every single day for this very reason. I always wonder how many more Christmas's do I have left. That puts it in prospective for me. In one hand it all seems to go by so quickly but then again when I look back it seems like a lifetime ago. I know I have many more years behind me than I do in front of me and I'm just going to keep on as long as I can.
That is a wonderful picture. You should keep this picture out so they can see it when they get older and start to get on each others nerves. lol
Being on the older side of the number of weeks equation, I regularly ask myself, "Have I done what I was called here to do?"
I don't always have the answer.
@Lori ... Girl I hear you. I actually thought of you as this post was forming in my head. I am always grateful when you say as a reminder on your blog that you are conscious of the passing of time, and of not wasting it. And yes when you look back, it seems as though everything happened so LONG ago! And we are "old" for so many more years than we were young -- if we are fortunate enough to grow old in the first place. Yes that shot was from a whole series of them sitting on the couch there together and they are precious. I will show them to Ember in a few years when little brother puts a frog under her pillow, hahaha! xoxo
@Maryellen ... that is an excellent question to ask ourselves every day. Thank you for putting it that way. xoxo
Hello Jenny,
I enjoyed what you wrote today. I just listened to a pod cast with Dr. Robert Malone regarding fear. Growing old is not to be feared. We gain wisdom each year and we are able to help others as we grow. What we should fear is losing our soul.
Thank you for the post Jenny!
Carla
@Carla ... thanks for that and I am glad to say that my soul is secure! What many people really fear is death; its terrors can loom so large. Jesus is the answer! As for aging, it's a great privilege that many never experience. Consider the alternative! xoxo
My Mom lived to be 77...Dad, 81. I guess we all have to go sometime. I'm not worried about it. I've made it to 72...what a gift so many others don't get to share in. There's a young mother on YouTube whose name is Jenny Apple. She has a few more months to be with her family, That breaks my heart.
So here's to the life we've been Blessed with...
Forever grateful...
hugs
Donna
@Donna ... I have seen her! It was recently. I'll have to check on her again. Yes it is a privilege to reach old age. xoxo