Not such a very big amount of time, really.
But...I must say that it has TRULY been the LONGEST 31 days I've ever experienced.
I've found it interesting how "warped" time has become since May 22nd.
Even though I may have literally lost from memory several days of my life, a week seems to stretch on for years.
And nights when storms come through lately? Well....2 hours seems to become 8 or 9.
But other times I am running around doing everything/nothing and I look at my watch to see if it's dinner time...only to find that it's 10:30 at night.
Time just isn't the same.
31 days later....things still just aren't the same.
To be honest, some of the "not-same" things I really kind of like.
The low level of tolerance people seem to have for other people's insincerity.
Watching strangers sacrifice so much to help strangers.
Seeing so many people holding hands around town.
My new disco ball.
So...as I was forced to drive through yet another previously-unseen hideously disastrous road this morning (due to the fact that other roads had been closed for
I think I'll list them here, so that in 3 years from now I don't forget and start taking the world for granted.
--Trees that have absolutely NO bark on them can still grow new leaves.
--Shiny sequins from Hallmark bags still stay shiny after a month out in the elements.
--Flags moved back up to the top of their poles from half-mast look very strange to me.
--Going without any fruit or vegetables for 14 days will not harm my children.
--You can honestly get used to being able to look through a building.
--Waiting an extra 8-9 minutes in line at Wal-Mart so the checker and another customer can compare tornado stories and hug isn't so bad.
--I can easily live with 4 pairs of shorts and 7 t-shirts (but having all of my fun flip-flops that were in my "lost" luggage helps!).
--It's spookier to see a totally bulldozed and cleared area then one filled with debris.
--A good Dr. Seuss read in quiet-yet-enthusiastic tones can keep a 4, 7 and even 11 year old calm during the sirens.
--Sometimes I'm quicker to cry about amazing kindness then I am about utter devastation.
Some things I'm ok with "getting back to normal."
Others....I hope they ARE the "new normal."