Impatience

Here I sit...my mind whirling along, my body restless, having to wait...

It's a beautiful day outside. I wish I could sit outside and read a book, write a poem, or paint a picture. I love being outside when it's cool and breezy.

My house is cleaner than it has been in weeks - Stu and I had to clean up because of a bride that wanted to come visit and listen to some harp music. I love having a clean house. It's as though this house speaks about me and I don't want to be a mess. I want things to be open, clean, inviting. I want people to come over and talk with me.

I've enjoyed playing harp for the past few days. Caspian's vibrant tones and warm voice have urged me to write something of my own again. Perhaps next week, which will be slower than this one...

I cooked some rice, beef, and peas and mixed them with some seasoning salt for my lunch. Tasty.

Come on, Mr. UPS Man! I want my strings!!

We can't leave for the rehearsal dinner until the strings get here. They are in Columbia, somewhere, in the back of the truck, waiting to be released and strung on a harp so that I might pluck music out of them.

I have to wait until they get here...

Restless. Very Restless. I made the music list for my iPod already. I folded the clothes. I made a packing list. I made lunch. I went to class.

I need a shower. To change into something presentable for tonight. I need to actually pack. But I have to wait...

Waiting. Humans hate waiting. No one that I know of enjoys waiting for something. I don't MIND waiting on some things - wait to see what my Christmas presents are, wait in line to buy food, wait in the airport for friends arriving. We want things now.

I ordered another dollhouse kit 2 days ago. When will it get here? I calculate the number of days that it will take for the kit (be careful, UPS man) to get here from Georgia. 3 days? a week? Not longer, please. And where is the book I ordered a week and a half ago? Shouldn't it be here by now?

Trivial.

When there is so much beauty right outside the door...

So I sit. Wait. Enjoy the beauty.

The week is drawing to a close and next week promises to be restful. I plan to soak up all the beauty I can.