Ahhh! In don’t think anyone likes to wait, but as you indicate, waiting has become an art form for me.
I always have on my phone several things I can do to make the best of my time waiting:
– books to read – I always have books on my phone
– in notes section, poems or thoughts to write
– a needed or “things I want to do” list to update
– list of small yoga movements to do while standing or sitting
– email letters to friends
– a game app to play
– check friend updates on Facebook or Instagram
Also
– a short standing or sitting meditation
I don’t like to wait but sometimes it provides a bit of “me” time I wouldn’t have experienced otherwise.
Funny, I guess I am not a very patient person to wait especially if i see a line in a store a mile long. I will leave.
I recall trying to get to see my daughter before her heart surgery, the shuttle bus to rental cars was literally over a mile long.
I walked to the terminal a long with several others and was relieved to make it to see her before her surgery.
However if I am waiting in a waiting room I will roam thru my phone and start deleting and cleaning it up. It is not a “Art” but time well spent lol
Seated in front of me at the doctor’s office
was a very large man in one of those rolling chairs
that are made for completely immobilized people,
designed to be sat in for hours at a time.
They often have gadgets attached to them
that facilitate additional mobility or other types of aid . . .
he was wearing slippers that were cut away
to accommodate his very swollen and discoloured ankles,
and his clothes were moist and askew.
His hair was unkempt and his face bore at least three days growth of beard.
And he smelled.
He couldn’t help but be noticed,
but seemed oblivious to the eyes turned his way.
He had a disenchanted ‘helper’
who registered him in for his appointment.
I noticed a veteran’s sticker on the back of his chair,
and wondered what battles he had fought in his life.
I also wondered how he had been brought so low . . .
his gaze was vacuous
and he looked completely unloved and uncared for.
My heart broke for him
sitting there in the midst of people who could take care of themselves
and dress themselves properly
(for the most part).
I sat there helplessly
and tried to imagine him as a little boy,
hopefully happy,
and the path that led him to that day.
Then I tried to envision a better life for him . . .
an event that would bring him back to life.
I created two diametrically opposed lives for him,
and sent him my very best hopes for the more positive one.
I don’t know if he ever felt those hopes,
but I like to think
that for some infinitesimal space of time
that he felt a spark.
I didn’t realize it then,
but do now,
that what I had done
was to get out of my head,
forget to put aside my impatience,
and focus on another human being.
I have created for myself
the art of seeing people . . .
seeing them as fellow beings
going about their lives,
doing the best they can
with cares and concerns of their own,
whether I know what they are
or not,
and are living humans
who deserve to be seen and loved.
I try to think of them with tenderness
and with compassion,
and it works every time.
I do this now
whenever I am waiting . . .
sitting or standing in line.
For me,
it opens a door of connection to the Universe.
your reflection reminded me of learning about ‘silent blessings’ someone here had mentioned before which I now do from time to time.
Also, had to look up the word vacuous, another thing I love about this site, I learn new words from time to time LOL
I wonder,
dear Michele,
if the ‘silent blessings’ you mentioned
come from Pierre Pradervand
through ‘The Gentle Art of Blessing’,
very much worth reading . . . ♥
That’s a beautiful practice, Sparrow.
I’m pretty blown away by your description of this man,
your wonderings about his life,
and especially the image of him as a hopeful and happy little boy.
You could have been irritated about the wait,
but instead sent hopeful wishes to him. ♥️
Waiting is a part of life. I’m not sure how I’d make it more of an art, but I do know that I’ve gotten better at it over the years.
Currently waiting for a major storm to pass. It’s only 5:39pm and it’s so dark you’d think it was 8:30/9. A town a little south of us had 56mph winds recorded. The radar was nothing but red when we peeked at the news a little while ago. The good news is, it’s supposed to be in the high 70s tomorrow and then low to mid 80s for a few days. That’s a nice break from the 95+ temps we’ve had the past month.
Great question.
I hate waiting.
I have, however, become more patient over the years.
I purpose time spent waiting at traffic lights or in line at the grocery store,
by slowing my breathing, to being grateful, or to checking the health of my thoughts.
But waiting… I guess most of my waiting has to do with waiting for myself to achieve something.
Yes, I know, much better to make it about the process, not achieving results.
But that’s hard for this perfectionist.
So let go of the perfectionism, Mary.
There’s a process worthy of waiting for, releasing perfectionism.
I have been releasing some perfectionism with some good results.
So the art of my waiting to release my perfectionism,
lies in focusing on process, rather than results.
and accepting my process with love.
That’s still asking a lot of this perfectionist.
I think in the end it’s all about learning to let go.
Life can be easier.
The art of waiting lies in the process of learning to let go,
bit by bit, with stops and starts,
lovingly, and with self acceptance,
letting go.
When I wrote my post,
dear Mary,
I wasn’t thinking about waiting in solitude,
but what you have pointed out
works in both private and public spaces.
Thank you for your insight. ♥
You are a brave woman, dear Sparrow, reading through my post.
When I went back later and reread it,
it made my head hurt. 🤔😬
So I broke it into shorter paragraphs and changed a word or two.
The real answer was my last paragraph.
Up to that point was me trying to figure out what my answer was.
Thanks for sticking with me, my dear friend. 🌷🌷🌷
I do that too sometimes,
dear Mary . . .
I start writing,
never sure in the beginning
what my answer will be in the end. 🙂
Your post is beautiful
and not hard at all for me to read. ♥
Remembering that we only have moments to live–this one, and then this one, and this one right here–makes waiting as much a part of life as every other moment with more excitement in it. I can take time to breathe. To detach my mind from where it was and move it to where it is now. To observe, connect, center.
If it’s an anxious sort of waiting I use my mom’s words, “Don’t borrow trouble.” Don’t anticipate worry–look ahead only to plan and to recognize that I can’t control what I can’t control. Thinking about tomorrow won’t make today’s waiting pass any faster.
We sat vigil with my dear friend yesterday as she died. Played her favorite music, meditated, reviewed photos, and listened patiently as her breath changed, her body changed, and finally she took her quiet last breaths. It was a rich and beautiful patience, an attendance to a sacred passage. I had been taught as a child to fear and avoid the dying. The intimacy and loving attention yesterday, slowly attending to her body as it did its natural shutting down, was deeply healing, and another one of her great gifts to me. Thank you, dear friend, for all that you have given me, including our challenges. I miss you deeply.
Thank you Cathie. I did not know the word companioning … thank you for sharing it, I will learn more about what it is (and what we did there without knowing the name).
You have just been part of such a sacred journey,
dearest Drea,
and you will be changed forever.
You will raise your head
and look at the sunrise as you’ve never seen it before,
and your friend will always live in your heart.
I wish you Grace in the days ahead
as you heal
with love . . .
sparrow
Dear Drea,
we did the same with our grandmother. It was a magical and mysterious moment. There was a deep sadness but also relief, a kind of freedom knowing it’s so natural to go to “the other side”.
Death is a thing we can’t control but we can make it easier to accept, a peaceful moment full of love and gratitude; I’m sure your friend felt all of your love and will be grateful to you forever, even on the other side.
Thank you Eeevvv. Yes, the time was magical and mysterious, natural and beautiful. What a gift to have that experience with your grandmother. I wish all dying people could have that experience, it just feels right. Sending love to you and your grandmother.
Oh, Drea, what a huge experience. You must have so many emotions going on.
To me death is completely mind boggling,
and I’ve yet to be able to wrap my head, or even my heart around it.
Yet, looking at it another way it’s so simple and natural.
You have done your friend a great service, dear Drea.
And now you continue to grieve in your own way.
Sending you much love and peace.
I am with you.
Mary
Holding you in my thoughts, Drea. Death is a deep and mysterious passage we’ll all travel through. I’m glad you could be there as witness and companion.
By accepting the necessity of the wait and purposely noticing what is around me. I can also use the time to do a body scan to relax each part of my body. I can do breath work. I can smile.
Carol, thank you for your music tip the other day. It ended up being foundational part of my friend’s dying experience, which was surrounded by love, care, and positivity.
Drea, I learned how important music could be to the one who is dying when my sister passed a year ago. It seems to calm the person and help them let go. I hope music can help you as you grieve.
Timely question for me today – yesterday my cat had surgery – I took her in to get spayed. She is recovering, wearing a cute pink doughnut (ordered a pink recovery suit/onsie that is being delivered today).
I got minimal sleep, glad I was off yesterday and today.
Waiting for her to recover… patience is not one of my good qualities at times, trying… trying to have faith in the process. Appreciating snails and turtles and slowness today.
🐇🐇🐇-happy 8/1st
I’m so grateful,
dear Michele,
that you were able to stay home for your cat’s surgery.
I can tell you take good care of her . . .
ie. the pink recovery onesie. 🙂
As a cat lover myself
I well know the concern . . .
she will recover more quickly than you can imagine. ♥
How perfectly adorable, a cat in a pink onesie!
Please, please post a picture of this in the Gratefulness Lounge!
I would love, love, love to see this little girl in this outfit!
One question.
Does she willingly wear it?
I remember trying to put a collar on one of my cats,
in hopes of attaching a leash and taking her for a walk.
In answer the cat gave me a firm no.
She struggled to free herself of this horrid device,
trying to push it off with her front and back legs,
including numerous bunny kicks for good measure.
After attempting to calm her for about 5 minutes,
I gave up, releasing her from this insidious device.
We were both exhausted.
I remember putting a little doggie shirt on one of my former cats, Buddy. He fell right over like a fainting goat every time!
When my most previous kitty, BC, got really old and kinda feeble, he allowed me to put a harness on him so that we could go out into the yard together and walk around. I wanted him to feel the earth under his paws, and it was pretty cute, too!
My response to your last comment.
I can see you must have loved BC so very much.
All our animals are wonderful,
but some are just so very special.
And the connection is strong.
Never having any human kids to dress up, I just had to do it with my cats. Buddy the Wonder Cat was very tolerant, but he was not having it with the shirts!
I still miss my BC, but he watches over me and lets me know from time to time with signs. My little guardian angel cat.
Now, I’m waiting for my mom to visit us in Minnesota for the first time. My mind is full of excitement and imagination. I’m looking for somewhere fun to take her. May everyone have a wonderful first day of August.
This question points right back to my answer from 3 days ago about celebrating small things in life. It’s the one when I did a Vietnamese poem after the power outage from Monday Night’s thunderstorm. The power returned on Tuesday Night, one night earlier than expected.
Observing my surroundings. Being present with the wait. Smiling and speaking with the folks in line. Just yesterday I was in line at the grocery store and I had a conversation with a freckled Amish girl of approximately 8 years of age. It was enjoyable for me and I believe it was for her also, her blue eyes filled with life and a glint of happiness. Peace and love and may your waits be pleasant.
Funny that we have this question- I just listened to a stand up comedian and he made a joke that I really liked. About waiting.
I love waiting because it gives me a purpose! Uni like doing nothing waiting is great because you ly can do nothing with a purpose and someone is depending on you ! lol 😂 I love it made me laugh. Hope you have lots of purposeful waiting this first day of Aug!
oh yes, purposely chewing patiently some carrot salad while waiting. Slow chewing frees the vitamins in it, and just healthy for the eyes to see the beauty of what has been prepared in front of me. Great preparation! With a bow, may you have a beautiful and happy weekend, dear Antoinette!
I have a friend who rarely eats salads
but decided to have one as a main dish for dinner.
When asked how she liked it,
she put her fork down for a minute,
and answered with much exasperation,
Too much chewing!!!
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Patience. Now how to do that?
😊
Ahhh! In don’t think anyone likes to wait, but as you indicate, waiting has become an art form for me.
I always have on my phone several things I can do to make the best of my time waiting:
– books to read – I always have books on my phone
– in notes section, poems or thoughts to write
– a needed or “things I want to do” list to update
– list of small yoga movements to do while standing or sitting
– email letters to friends
– a game app to play
– check friend updates on Facebook or Instagram
Also
– a short standing or sitting meditation
I don’t like to wait but sometimes it provides a bit of “me” time I wouldn’t have experienced otherwise.
Funny, I guess I am not a very patient person to wait especially if i see a line in a store a mile long. I will leave.
I recall trying to get to see my daughter before her heart surgery, the shuttle bus to rental cars was literally over a mile long.
I walked to the terminal a long with several others and was relieved to make it to see her before her surgery.
However if I am waiting in a waiting room I will roam thru my phone and start deleting and cleaning it up. It is not a “Art” but time well spent lol
Seated in front of me at the doctor’s office
was a very large man in one of those rolling chairs
that are made for completely immobilized people,
designed to be sat in for hours at a time.
They often have gadgets attached to them
that facilitate additional mobility or other types of aid . . .
he was wearing slippers that were cut away
to accommodate his very swollen and discoloured ankles,
and his clothes were moist and askew.
His hair was unkempt and his face bore at least three days growth of beard.
And he smelled.
He couldn’t help but be noticed,
but seemed oblivious to the eyes turned his way.
He had a disenchanted ‘helper’
who registered him in for his appointment.
I noticed a veteran’s sticker on the back of his chair,
and wondered what battles he had fought in his life.
I also wondered how he had been brought so low . . .
his gaze was vacuous
and he looked completely unloved and uncared for.
My heart broke for him
sitting there in the midst of people who could take care of themselves
and dress themselves properly
(for the most part).
I sat there helplessly
and tried to imagine him as a little boy,
hopefully happy,
and the path that led him to that day.
Then I tried to envision a better life for him . . .
an event that would bring him back to life.
I created two diametrically opposed lives for him,
and sent him my very best hopes for the more positive one.
I don’t know if he ever felt those hopes,
but I like to think
that for some infinitesimal space of time
that he felt a spark.
I didn’t realize it then,
but do now,
that what I had done
was to get out of my head,
forget to put aside my impatience,
and focus on another human being.
I have created for myself
the art of seeing people . . .
seeing them as fellow beings
going about their lives,
doing the best they can
with cares and concerns of their own,
whether I know what they are
or not,
and are living humans
who deserve to be seen and loved.
I try to think of them with tenderness
and with compassion,
and it works every time.
I do this now
whenever I am waiting . . .
sitting or standing in line.
For me,
it opens a door of connection to the Universe.
your reflection reminded me of learning about ‘silent blessings’ someone here had mentioned before which I now do from time to time.
Also, had to look up the word vacuous, another thing I love about this site, I learn new words from time to time LOL
I wonder,
dear Michele,
if the ‘silent blessings’ you mentioned
come from Pierre Pradervand
through ‘The Gentle Art of Blessing’,
very much worth reading . . . ♥
ps. https://gentleartofblessing.org/
no, it was a personal reflection someone made here and had used that term, silent blessings, but thank you for the link reference 🙂
That’s a beautiful practice, Sparrow.
I’m pretty blown away by your description of this man,
your wonderings about his life,
and especially the image of him as a hopeful and happy little boy.
You could have been irritated about the wait,
but instead sent hopeful wishes to him. ♥️
Somehow,
dear Mary,
I found another way . . .
my parents taught me well. ♥
What a kind mindset dear Sparrow. Thank you.
It just sort of happened,
dear Joseph . . . ♥
Waiting is a part of life. I’m not sure how I’d make it more of an art, but I do know that I’ve gotten better at it over the years.
Currently waiting for a major storm to pass. It’s only 5:39pm and it’s so dark you’d think it was 8:30/9. A town a little south of us had 56mph winds recorded. The radar was nothing but red when we peeked at the news a little while ago. The good news is, it’s supposed to be in the high 70s tomorrow and then low to mid 80s for a few days. That’s a nice break from the 95+ temps we’ve had the past month.
Great question.
I hate waiting.
I have, however, become more patient over the years.
I purpose time spent waiting at traffic lights or in line at the grocery store,
by slowing my breathing, to being grateful, or to checking the health of my thoughts.
But waiting… I guess most of my waiting has to do with waiting for myself to achieve something.
Yes, I know, much better to make it about the process, not achieving results.
But that’s hard for this perfectionist.
So let go of the perfectionism, Mary.
There’s a process worthy of waiting for, releasing perfectionism.
I have been releasing some perfectionism with some good results.
So the art of my waiting to release my perfectionism,
lies in focusing on process, rather than results.
and accepting my process with love.
That’s still asking a lot of this perfectionist.
I think in the end it’s all about learning to let go.
Life can be easier.
The art of waiting lies in the process of learning to let go,
bit by bit, with stops and starts,
lovingly, and with self acceptance,
letting go.
When I wrote my post,
dear Mary,
I wasn’t thinking about waiting in solitude,
but what you have pointed out
works in both private and public spaces.
Thank you for your insight. ♥
You are a brave woman, dear Sparrow, reading through my post.
When I went back later and reread it,
it made my head hurt. 🤔😬
So I broke it into shorter paragraphs and changed a word or two.
The real answer was my last paragraph.
Up to that point was me trying to figure out what my answer was.
Thanks for sticking with me, my dear friend. 🌷🌷🌷
I do that too sometimes,
dear Mary . . .
I start writing,
never sure in the beginning
what my answer will be in the end. 🙂
Your post is beautiful
and not hard at all for me to read. ♥
Sending love to you, Sparrow. 🥰
Remembering that we only have moments to live–this one, and then this one, and this one right here–makes waiting as much a part of life as every other moment with more excitement in it. I can take time to breathe. To detach my mind from where it was and move it to where it is now. To observe, connect, center.
If it’s an anxious sort of waiting I use my mom’s words, “Don’t borrow trouble.” Don’t anticipate worry–look ahead only to plan and to recognize that I can’t control what I can’t control. Thinking about tomorrow won’t make today’s waiting pass any faster.
“Don’t borrow trouble” — wise words indeed. I’m going to remember that saying. Thank you Barb.
I agree!
Wise words, Barb.
We sat vigil with my dear friend yesterday as she died. Played her favorite music, meditated, reviewed photos, and listened patiently as her breath changed, her body changed, and finally she took her quiet last breaths. It was a rich and beautiful patience, an attendance to a sacred passage. I had been taught as a child to fear and avoid the dying. The intimacy and loving attention yesterday, slowly attending to her body as it did its natural shutting down, was deeply healing, and another one of her great gifts to me. Thank you, dear friend, for all that you have given me, including our challenges. I miss you deeply.
My deepest sympathies to you on the loss of your dear friend. May your memories give you peace during this difficult time.
Thank you Michele. There are lots of happy and loving memories, and they are floating us.
I hold you in the circle of life. Blessings
Thank you Yram. Yes, the circle of life and the living feels very real after dipping into the world of the dying and death. Blessings to you.
RIP dear Friend.
Thank you Joseph. She is resting in peace, I can feel it.
Beautiful companioning💕
Thank you Cathie. I did not know the word companioning … thank you for sharing it, I will learn more about what it is (and what we did there without knowing the name).
Must have meant a great deal to her for you to be there. God Bless 🙏💕
Thank you Robin Ann, I think it was everything for her for us to be there. Blessings to you too.
You have just been part of such a sacred journey,
dearest Drea,
and you will be changed forever.
You will raise your head
and look at the sunrise as you’ve never seen it before,
and your friend will always live in your heart.
I wish you Grace in the days ahead
as you heal
with love . . .
sparrow
Thank you, wise Sparrow. I appreciate you.
I think its such a wonderful thing that you could be with your friend in her last moments. Sending you peace, Drea.
Thank you Sunnypatti. She is in peace now. We’re more of a mess, but ya know, the living. So much baggage. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Dear Drea,
we did the same with our grandmother. It was a magical and mysterious moment. There was a deep sadness but also relief, a kind of freedom knowing it’s so natural to go to “the other side”.
Death is a thing we can’t control but we can make it easier to accept, a peaceful moment full of love and gratitude; I’m sure your friend felt all of your love and will be grateful to you forever, even on the other side.
Thank you Eeevvv. Yes, the time was magical and mysterious, natural and beautiful. What a gift to have that experience with your grandmother. I wish all dying people could have that experience, it just feels right. Sending love to you and your grandmother.
Oh, Drea, what a huge experience. You must have so many emotions going on.
To me death is completely mind boggling,
and I’ve yet to be able to wrap my head, or even my heart around it.
Yet, looking at it another way it’s so simple and natural.
You have done your friend a great service, dear Drea.
And now you continue to grieve in your own way.
Sending you much love and peace.
I am with you.
Mary
Thank you so much Mary. It’s hard for us but everything about it feels right. Sending you love and peace as well.
Holding you in my thoughts, Drea. Death is a deep and mysterious passage we’ll all travel through. I’m glad you could be there as witness and companion.
I am glad I could be there too Barb. It was an important and profound thing to experience. Wishing you a restful and joyful weekend.
By accepting the necessity of the wait and purposely noticing what is around me. I can also use the time to do a body scan to relax each part of my body. I can do breath work. I can smile.
Carol, thank you for your music tip the other day. It ended up being foundational part of my friend’s dying experience, which was surrounded by love, care, and positivity.
Drea, I learned how important music could be to the one who is dying when my sister passed a year ago. It seems to calm the person and help them let go. I hope music can help you as you grieve.
Thank you Carol.
Timely question for me today – yesterday my cat had surgery – I took her in to get spayed. She is recovering, wearing a cute pink doughnut (ordered a pink recovery suit/onsie that is being delivered today).
I got minimal sleep, glad I was off yesterday and today.
Waiting for her to recover… patience is not one of my good qualities at times, trying… trying to have faith in the process. Appreciating snails and turtles and slowness today.
🐇🐇🐇-happy 8/1st
Thank you everyone for your kind responses. She is doing better, eating, drinking, and going potty.
That’s so good to hear, Michele.
They really are our babies.
That’s great! Thank you for letting us know 🙂
I hope dear Kitty recovers soon- awe!
I’m so grateful,
dear Michele,
that you were able to stay home for your cat’s surgery.
I can tell you take good care of her . . .
ie. the pink recovery onesie. 🙂
As a cat lover myself
I well know the concern . . .
she will recover more quickly than you can imagine. ♥
I hope she recovers quickly. And I, too, would love to see her in the pink onesie!
How perfectly adorable, a cat in a pink onesie!
Please, please post a picture of this in the Gratefulness Lounge!
I would love, love, love to see this little girl in this outfit!
One question.
Does she willingly wear it?
I remember trying to put a collar on one of my cats,
in hopes of attaching a leash and taking her for a walk.
In answer the cat gave me a firm no.
She struggled to free herself of this horrid device,
trying to push it off with her front and back legs,
including numerous bunny kicks for good measure.
After attempting to calm her for about 5 minutes,
I gave up, releasing her from this insidious device.
We were both exhausted.
We never did go on that walk.
😸
Sounds as bad as trying to put socks on a rooster!
🙂
😂😂😂
Oh, my!!!
I don’t think I’ll try that!😂
I remember putting a little doggie shirt on one of my former cats, Buddy. He fell right over like a fainting goat every time!
When my most previous kitty, BC, got really old and kinda feeble, he allowed me to put a harness on him so that we could go out into the yard together and walk around. I wanted him to feel the earth under his paws, and it was pretty cute, too!
My response to your last comment.
I can see you must have loved BC so very much.
All our animals are wonderful,
but some are just so very special.
And the connection is strong.
😂😂😂
Buddy, and the doggie shirt!!
Now that’s high drama! 😂😂😂
Walking BC in your yard must have been so sweet. 🌷
Never having any human kids to dress up, I just had to do it with my cats. Buddy the Wonder Cat was very tolerant, but he was not having it with the shirts!
I still miss my BC, but he watches over me and lets me know from time to time with signs. My little guardian angel cat.
All the best for you, dear Michele!
Wishing your kitty a good recovery!
🐰🐰🐰 to you too Michele.
Happy August. 🕊️🩷
Waiting gives me a time to be appreciative of what I have and what I am anticipating.
Yram, productivity is the core value in the US. It’s easy to become anxious and impatient. We lose track of the beauty that occurs in the moment.
Now, I’m waiting for my mom to visit us in Minnesota for the first time. My mind is full of excitement and imagination. I’m looking for somewhere fun to take her. May everyone have a wonderful first day of August.
My Ngoc, I’m looking forward to seeing her too. We’ll have many fun things to do.
This question points right back to my answer from 3 days ago about celebrating small things in life. It’s the one when I did a Vietnamese poem after the power outage from Monday Night’s thunderstorm. The power returned on Tuesday Night, one night earlier than expected.
Observing my surroundings. Being present with the wait. Smiling and speaking with the folks in line. Just yesterday I was in line at the grocery store and I had a conversation with a freckled Amish girl of approximately 8 years of age. It was enjoyable for me and I believe it was for her also, her blue eyes filled with life and a glint of happiness. Peace and love and may your waits be pleasant.
Funny that we have this question- I just listened to a stand up comedian and he made a joke that I really liked. About waiting.
I love waiting because it gives me a purpose! Uni like doing nothing waiting is great because you ly can do nothing with a purpose and someone is depending on you ! lol 😂 I love it made me laugh. Hope you have lots of purposeful waiting this first day of Aug!
The comedian had a good point.
Getting to do nothing, yet still having a purpose, and being depended on too! 😂😂😂
Comedians are so clever when they look at a normal everyday thing
in such a different way that makes it so funny.
That’s a real gift.
Thanks for sharing that, Antoinette!
oh yes, purposely chewing patiently some carrot salad while waiting. Slow chewing frees the vitamins in it, and just healthy for the eyes to see the beauty of what has been prepared in front of me. Great preparation! With a bow, may you have a beautiful and happy weekend, dear Antoinette!
I have a friend who rarely eats salads
but decided to have one as a main dish for dinner.
When asked how she liked it,
she put her fork down for a minute,
and answered with much exasperation,
Too much chewing!!!
Thank you Ose ! 😊