I Hate to Wait!!!

If there is ONE thing that I hate-hate-hate----it is waiting!! I am so doggoned impatient. Guess that's part of A Personality traits, or maybe a little ADD kicking in. I'm just a "quick" person. I eat quick, shop quick, dress quick, arrive everywhere I go early, I just HATE to wait!!!

And here I sit, waiting on the son to arrive; and my sis. Ugggg I hate to wait.

We are going to a restaurant on Grand Lake tonight for my mother-in-law's birthday. It's a surprise to her, some of her "lake" friends are going to be there along with the whole family! Sounds like fun. And I don't want to be late!!! I want to be EARLY!!!

I think of all the things I prepare for, appointments made, vacations planned, in fact, each and every day---I don't like the waiting. I like when the moment arrives -- and I don't want it to end.

I remember, as a child, when an event was planned, I would lie awake night after night waiting, imagining the moment plans arrived. I still do that. Like yesterday evening I had a dinner for 75 and all week I would lay my head down on the pillow, and KA-BOOM!!! The order of events, the recipes, the timing, the ingredients, it all just played over and over in my mind. Again and again.

The dinner was for a 50 class reunion. 50 YEARS!!! And they could still drive -- ha ha ha. Actually, some of them looked remarkably young for this milestone. Some of them looked really old. The ravages of time does catch up! So do the results of good or bad living. You could tell the smokers by their "lines and leather", the over-drinkers by their red-veined noses, and of course the over-eaters by their clothing--hee hee. Some had that stare that wondered "what the heck am I doing here--why did I agree to stay past bedtime" and some had a jubilance that was a result of their positive outlook. Money had nothing to do with their countenance. Nor did power or fame. There's a good lesson there. Just don't have the time to go into it right now.

Nope, right now I'm just going to sign off and WAIT!!! And tap my fingers. And pace. And sigh.

This is the prime reason I don't like golf. The WAITING!!!

Bye off to WAIT.