Man, when you have a ramp up in anticipation, time slows ddoooowwwwwwnnnnnnn,,,,
Y’all know I’m slotted to pick up a 38yo new to me kayak this week and that anticipaion has nearly stopped my personal clocks. And adding to it, B did me a huge favor and bought landing pads for my rack: so my new boat has a throne to ride in versus that ‘icky foam’ that was my option prior to making a seat for her. Highly appreciated, but don’t play poker with dude,,, I had no clue he had done it, and the discussion came up several times with not a peep or hint,,,,
Usually when ‘the waiting game’ is the order of the day/week, I immerse myself in make work or hobbies or sumpin. This week started off with ‘hurry up n wait’, waiting for measurements to a project and nothing to fill the gap. Yesterday seemed to last an interminable length. Told B that I’ll be borderline schizophrenic by friday at this rate.
And maybe thats some of whats going on the world at large: we’re anticipating “something”, and while our desire for something particular is high, our confidence towards that, is low. Far too many variables and bad actors out there to lock in the good.
And then time crawls,,,,
And minds go ‘Bbzzzzttttt’ in overload.
*sigh*
At least I know I’m getting the boat. What the world at large is getting remains to be seen. And it may take longer than a ‘few days’ time unlike my current anticipation.
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