Mostly I am good at waiting. I am fine in a restaurant waiting for my food to come. I appreciate well cooked food, made to order, fresh, hot and crispy; if its meant to be crispy! I don’t mind waiting in A&E, I know how busy the doctors and nurses are and I know they really try hard to see the most in need of help first. There are lots more things I could list where I don’t mind waiting.
My daughter is a strong and independent young woman. Just as my husband and I have hoped over the years she would be. But I hate it when she’s off on her travels and I am at home waiting for her aeroplane to land. This is not good waiting. I can’t wait for the wait to be over. But don’t tell her, I love her youthful wanderlust. Long may it last.
Well this waiting and thinking about time may have influenced my print today. It also might have something to do with rooting through a box of things in the garage. But I found an old office stamp, it has listed the things to do with receiving and processing orders, the dates are not correct today, but I do like a nice stamp.