Waiting

I feel as though I am in waiting. I'm waiting for Bill to feel better as he heals from pneumonia. I'm waiting to hear from Ellie, always, and for her arrival back home. I'm waiting for the weather to change from hot to tolerable. I'm waiting to hear about Austin and Colleen finding a new living arrangement (I finished waiting for Colleen to find a job---she did! Last week she accepted an art teaching position at Stanley Elementary).

As I wait, I tend to pick my fingers and twirl my hair. Isn't it funny that even as we age, we regress to old habits that soothed us at various times in our lives. My 80-year-old father will still tell you that when I was a baby and he was giving me a bottle, I would play with the hair on his arm. He swears that's why I still twist my hair when I am pensive or nervous or anything anxious.

I just have to share one of my photos from our trip abroad this spring to England and France (see above). It seems to be a waiting image. I was waiting to feel better, as I had a cold, and the London weather was cool and brisk. Hot water with lemon and honey at Boswell's helped that day.

I continue to wait, picking and twirling, to manage life in the best way I know how. Isn't that what we all try to accomplish?