Waiting

We have learned on the days when we are waiting for news from the doctor, the waiting is a heavy experience. It's sorta like a ton of gloom is over behind one hill, and a million sunny days behind another and you're holding your breath to see which way the wind will blow, but the clouds just sit still.

The lady in this painting expresses our feelings quite well today.

However, the wait for today is over; the doctor's nurse called, she said he called her a few minutes ago - just as he was getting out of surgery. Turns out the results won't be ready for a few more days. He said they were running some special stains that would take longer; probably next TUESDAY! Sheesh, we've been on pins and needles all morning and he says . . . "Next TUESDAY."

The nurse did say not to worry anymore than we already are (easy for her to say). Waiting a few more days is not out of the ordinary and doesn't mean anything one way or the other.

Isn't this the way things always go? I swear every time we get in a grocery line, or other line in any other store, the cash register goes belly-up and the people at the back of the line we chose NOT to get into are in their cars on the way home. Hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait.

Well, at least it's a beautiful day. Lois has been resting in the shade out by the pool this morning, reading about Taylor Hicks in a People Magazine someone gave her, and taking phone calls. The first I heard her laugh all day was a few minutes ago while talking to her sister on the phone. That doesn't mean it's been all doom and gloom around here today; we did some shopping. Took a some bras back to Wal-Mart, bought some new flowers for our front door pots at Fred Myers and one of our local nurseries.

We're planning some grilled salmon, grilled potatoes, fried okra (it's a southern specialty I've learned how to cook - something I enjoyed when I was a Texan), a spring-mix salad (Costco) and a bottle or two of some stiff wine.

Come join us.