By Georgia Osten
Maybe I still am to some degree. But, right now, all the things I’m impatient about seem to outnumber things I’m patient about. Perhaps it’s the way the world is at this time. This is pitiful, but right now, as I look out at where my pool used to be, my blood boils a bit hotter. You see, I sold my smaller pool maybe a month ago. I was surprised it sold in one day. I put it on FB one evening and got a call the next morning. That being said, I have my new bigger pool ready to be installed. But now, we’re waiting on the concrete guy to come pour our slab bigger to accommodate. They came out and formed it last week. I know it’s a smaller job and we need to wait until they have some concrete left over from a bigger job, I know, I’ll try to be patient.

I’m really trying hard to justify that I am patient about some things. Let’s see, if I’m in traffic, or if I have to wait for the ferry, I can be patient. Even when they load me to the far right EVERY time, I can be patient. I know, eventually, I’ll get off the ferry and I won’t think about it again. Until, the next time. Whew, that felt better…

Now, let’s go back to impatience – one word – Facebook! I know what you’re going to say, “just give it up!” Sorry, I’m just so afraid I’m going to miss something. Sometimes, I’ll hide a comment. That’s really cleansing, I feel good about myself when I can do that. I’ll always hide posts about snakes. Yep, always!

It’s just that some times, it’s so hard to keep my mouth shut. I know it’s not like I’m all that knowledgeable about stuff, but sometimes, I can’t help myself. Okay, moving on.

Hey, I know, let’s think about when all this drama is over, not to make light of it. I remember, not in the too distant past, when we were so inundated with this event and that event taking place, it was difficult to decide which one to go to. Where did we have to be? What time?

Especially thinking of our family events like right now, we’re missing our grandsons’ baseball games and our granddaughter’s swim meets. I really miss seeing them.

I took a trip to the “city” last week to deliver birthday presents, just to drop them off. The grands approached me to give me hugs and all I could do was warn them off, how sad I felt to not be able to touch them and squeeze them. We’ve missed four birthdays, the 12 year old, the 6 year old and the 2 three year olds.

It’s unfair right now. I can’t wait until this is over and we can reach out and touch one another again. This too shall pass.

[March-30-2020]