Waiting

It seems that most of my life has been about waiting lately. Waiting for this or that to get done, waiting for something to sell, waiting for an email,waiting for a phone call. I’m tired of waiting.

It’s not like I’ve been doing nothing at all, I’ve done a lot. I’m just ready for everything to settle. I’ve gone from being about as hopeless as humanly possible to looking forward to the future. It just doesn’t seem to come fast enough, but then it never has.

I’m an impatient person by nature. Maybe I should see this as a return to my old self, but my sincere desire to get in someone’s face and scream, “C’mon, already!”, has never been my best trait.  I suppose I have to take the good with the bad.

Being ready to move on, and being able to move on, are two different things. You have to get yourself ready to move on, put things in place, but the ability to do so is almost always dependent on others.

Yesterday I did something that I thought would set off a pretty good shit storm.  It didn’t happen. I should have expected this, the very reason I took action was due to their inaction. The pace this outfit runs at would impress a slacker tree sloth living in his parents basement. They function within some kind of Bizzaro World where every action has an equal and opposite non-action. I have no idea how they stay in business.

So I guess I’ll just sit here and wait a while longer. I’m not happy about it.

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A Day In the Life-Photo Blogging the Addie Way

Last night, a  friend of mine threatened to kill me if I started a photo blog. I don’t blame her. I hate the damn things too.

All the real life most of them seem to be chronicling seems very unreal to me. All the “after a very softly focused breakfast of of 3 perfectly ripe strawberries, a croissant they whipped up with butter from the prize-winning super photogenic Jersey cow they keep in the backyard , all served on Royal Doulton, accented by a doily that was hand tatted for Queen Victoria, and then running five miles before going to yoga class on the beach” gets to be a bit much.

I’ve written about a lot of real life on my blog, and most of it isn’t anything like you would see on the thick, perfectly matte pages of an upscale lifestyle magazine. But I did just get a really nice camera, so I thought I’d share my early morning routine. Let’s start with breakfast..

 

 

 

Pretty glamorous, huh. I’ve got CoffeeMate too.

 

 

 

Here’s a shot of the sun coming up from my porch…

With everything so overgrown, you can’t even see my neighbors mobile home, or that I need to spend a good portion of my real life day mowing the yard. Oh and how’s this for the beauty of everyday life? I have to get this thing out of my house…

 

Yep, that’s a furry flying emissary from hell know as the Missouri Brown Bat. I made his acquaintance first thing this morning. I will make every effort to rehome him in the most elegant way befitting the writer of a photoblog. Perhaps I’ll invite him to share a Mimosa in the conservatory, more likely I’ll try to trap him between my broom and dust pan and throw him out the door. I’m thinking I won’t be quick enough to snap a shot of him flying off into his new life, but for you, my gentle readers, I’ll try.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then I believe I will take to my bed.

Envying my lifestyle yet?

 

Memory Works by Lulu Belle

OK, OK, it’s a Mother’s Day card, but it’s not holiday specific. It would make a wonderful birthday card, or just an I Love You card.

I made this card for my Love’s (I refuse to call him my boyfriend) mother. She’s very much a child of the sixties and I wanted something with a peace sign on it. I ran across this fabulous photo, it was perfect.

I love it when my cards say what I want to say.

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