There may, or may not, be some subliminal, symbolic significance to this crooked photo of Tapper sneaking away from her eggs to have a quick dip, but I probably just had the camera the wrong way around. In fact, as this photo took itself some time ago (because I’m sure I didn’t do this intentionally) and I just found it on my desktop, I thought I’d put it in this post just for the hell of it!
I am waiting for the hospital to ring me to confirm that Husband is now okay enough to go back to the nursing lodge. I have tried ringing him twice but no answer so I’m not sure what is going on exactly and I’m not very good at waiting.
If you aren’t already familiar with Samuel Beckett’s famous play, Waiting for Godot, it’s worth a google. If you are familiar with it then you will know why I feel like I am inside that play, not in a horrible, negative way, just in a waiting-for-nothingish way!
Like Tapper’s eggs – are they ever going to hatch?
I had a lot of birds waiting this morning outside the back veranda but eventually they gave up on me! It’s okay, I will get them some cabbage a bit later in the day….
Ah, the hospital just rang but it wasn’t what I expected; it was the physiotherapist saying she couldn’t continue to treat Husband unless I paid the bill from last year. I was so embarrassed and admitted I hadn’t opened the mail lately, then I paid it immediately on the phone with my mastercard and apologized for keeping them waiting! Argh.
I wonder if there is a philosophy out there that helps people to wait in a way that is fruitful rather than frustrating….
Still waiting but unsure of what exactly I am waiting for – hehe!
Woody is on the far left.
This is Woody now!
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