Sometimes, my head really gets full.
Although I once had a math teacher who insisted the opposite. "Use your head for more than a hat rack," she would say.
In her defense, maybe she was right. I don't think there could be any logic or reasoning when it comes to numbers up there in my cranium. But the integers remain insistent and keep popping up.
Home schooling is one culprit. When I go home from work each day, I have the privilege of going over fractions and percentages with one son and deciphering geometry with the other. The problems seem more difficult at that time of day, because by then, the only use I can think of for my head is a pillow ornament.
Another figure in my head at the moment is the date. It marks the anniversary of 9/11. I don't need replays to remind me of the inconceivable tragedies that occurred that day. I remember where I was and how I felt when I saw the events unfold on television. I won't give my personal boring details, because I know every person remembers their occasion just as vividly. It's just something to never forget.
Another anniversary that had my attention was my parents' golden one they celebrated last weekend. It was a special family time as we all spent the day in Social Circle, Ga., enjoying each other's company away from the hustle of our daily responsibilities. Fifty years - that's definitely a number that blows my mind when it comes to marriage. I've watched my parents through the years, laughed at how they've dealt with the other's peculiarities, and smiled at their complete adoration for each other. I don't know if their sense of humor is a result of their years together, or a necessity to survive it. But I do know that it is there. And they are great fun to be around. While driving on the trip, my Dad told the story of how earlier that morning, in a wave of romance they attempted to repeat their wedding vows to each other. They were home alone, so no preacher was there to prompt them.
"Wouldn't you know it," he said in exaggeration. "Your Mama said 'in sickness and in health' twice and left out 'to honor and obey.' She never has had that part down."
Later that day, in an antique store, my Mom and I saw a plaque with a saying, "Men - can't live with them, can't play mind games without them." As if it was a new revelation, my Mom whispered, "those type of things usually are so demeaning, but they are funny because they have some truth to them."
I had to agree with her. After all, it was late in the day, and my head was changing to ornamental mode.