I am pretty impatient. About some things at least. For years, I had the "pleasure" of sitting in Squirrel Hill Tunnel traffic (though to be fair, during rush hour, you actually do move a little once you get into the tunnel). The slow, often standstill, drive infuriated me for quite awhile, but then I just got used to it. You know, it is what it is. In fact, when we no longer needed to live east of the city, we actually continued to look for houses in that vicinity, which most people just could not understand.

Maybe more than being impatient is that I don't like when I think something is going to happen and it does not. I am not talking about how I NEVER win my church raffle, even though that streak continued this past weekend, what, into its tenth year. I am more referring to things I can't quite explain.

As I mentioned in my last post, I took a trip to NC to visit my brother and his family. I am happy and relieved to say that the trip went well. It was so great to see my nieces and nephew (and my brother and his wife). The drive was long for sure. And we did run into some traffic in Virginia. In fact, it took us just under two hours to go just over 10 miles. While suffering through that snake of traffic, not having a clue what was going on because a sign proclaimed "Left lane closed ahead" without bothering to say if said lane would be closing in 1000 feet or 10 miles, I actually appreciated PennDot at that very moment (well, over 100 of those moments). Typically in PA we get signs that tell us when something is going to happen. The traffic number I called on my cell phone was little help, because the backup occurred long before and well past the three miles that were supposed to be affected. And apparently this lane closure occurred from about 10 p.m. until about 7 p.m. the next day. Stupid time period, IMO. Why not move the start time up, so it can get finished before the evening rush hour the next day? So that was unfortunate, and it did cut into Jordan's swim time, but we dealt.

We also dealt with the heat in NC. At least three people said to me that it is never this hot (mid 90s) in NC this time of year. Funny, people told me a similar thing when I visited my little brother in TX four years ago in May. And yet when I visited the Dallas area for business back at the beginning of this century, in March, it was freezing. And, you guessed it, people said it was not normally that cold.

But, I digress. Sort of. Right now I am waiting to hear if I will be working on a freelance writing gig. I was originally not going to go to NC because this project was supposed to start last week. But it did not. I was back from said trip Sunday evening, thinking/hoping it would start on Monday, when my kid was in her first day of vacation Bible school. But, alas, it did not. My potential client thought she would hear from her client yesterday or today, but since today's workday is almost over, I am starting to give up hope. When I first talked to this person at the end of May, she said her client wanted this done before the end of June. So what gives?

I hate waiting and not knowing, especially when the project is pretty big. It just gives me more time to worry about getting it done. Or worry about not getting it at all.

Not complaining exactly. Just saying it like it is. And still waiting.


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