Lately it seems the bulk of my time is spent waiting. Don't get me wrong, I'm good at it. It's just that I find that when I'm waiting... that's all I'm doing is waiting.
I'm waiting for the tire store to call. We ordered tires Friday, had to wait till today. I’m waiting to hear if we're going to Uganda; or waiting to hear if my husband will get an offer from Las Vegas.
I spend a large amount of time waiting for the hours to pass to take care of business in Las Vegas. It’s two hours earlier there, so I have to wait until eleven to contact businesses that open at nine.
I’m getting ready to shower, but I have to wait for the water to warm up. However, I’m not wasting the time. I’m waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. We took my car back to Las Vegas after hubby’s surgery. We only have one car now. He drives it to work. I have to wait until he gets home if I want to do some shopping or go anywhere. We aren’t close to anything.
I walked to town Friday. It was an hour and a half walk. But I decided I would treat myself to lunch. When I was only about ten minutes away (95 degree temperature, by the way) the gates for the railroad came down and I had to wait for the train. Usually the trains at that crossing are around 30 or 40 cars. Today there were 119…three locomotives. No shady place to stand; I waited in the sun.
I didn’t mind waiting for my lunch order though. After lunch, I walked to a little bistro for a cappuccino. While I waited, I called my husband at work and told him he could pick me up there. I didn’t want to walk another hour and half to home. I waited two hours, and three cappuccinos for him.
He arrived earlier than expected, so I asked him “Would you mind waiting a few minutes, I just got my drink.”
Having said all that, I guess I'll wait to see what you have to say.