Exercising Patience
In the Seoul American High School Class of 1970’s junior class play, my very favorite line (delivered by me as Annie Sullivan to Helen Keller’s father, aka Scott Prunninger) was:
“Patience is NOT a virtue. Cleanliness is NOT next to godliness.”
Exhilerating … and I was so not acting when I spoke those words. ;-) My folks used to tease me that “Patience” was not my middle name. True dat.
Here’s a peek at the payoff that awaits this week’s exercise in patience:
Currently, the component parts are still melting-hot in small cardboard boxes in the back seat of my car. Turns out the only rush was get to RiteAid to buy them before the sale ended. The good buddy who agreed to help me set it up called to tell me he and his wife had an unexpected opportunity to escape for a week and they were taking it!
Spontaneous vacation = my idea of paradise
Spontaneous vacation + Wrinkle #1 = Good exercise in delayed gratification
Even when Carl is back to help me out, this particular project is one that will require sustained patience.
Why? Because I’m on well water, not city water. Apparently, that means you have to fill up the pool over 3-4 days, not 3-4 hours …. or you risk burning up the well’s pump and what seemed like a larky return to childhood becomes an expensive grownup headache.
Thankfully, my buddy knew to school me on that. Otherwise, that would certainly have shown up on the “Lessons Learned the Hard Way” side of my running list.
The bonus: While they’re in Maine … I have permission to float to my heart’s content in their kiddie pool – which is where I’m headed right this very minute. Cannonball!
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PS — I realize this isn’t the kind of exercise I really need to be focusing on at this stage of my pre-diabetes / diabetes diagnosis. Seriously … I am warming up to it. Why is it I’m in no rush to take care of my health? I am the source of my worse irritation.





My absolute favorite Christmas decoration is a 12-inch polyamer reindeer with an impish cheshire grin. 






