Slowly anticipating
What’s that feeling where you know that the day is going to get better? Oh, yes… anticipation. I’ve been up since sunrise, and my wait is ongoing.
We did get out to the communal breakfast during the forenoon. Good, but my anticipation continues. And then, home via the local general store. A chance to sort out the cryptic names on the community bulletin board. Still OK, but my wait isn’t over. Keep the clock running. I harvested my first turnip. Been waiting a lifetime for that, and it took much less effort that I had calculated. In fact, if the turnip was more popular as a vegetable, I figure the thieves would have beaten me to the opportunity. Didn’t cook it, yet; with butter, it should be delicious. Added anticipation.
The afternoon had little of note, other than sitting watching the shadows move across the lawn. Can you sense my impatience? I suppose I could have watched a movie, or read a book. Maybe even practiced. Did none of those, of course.
Somewhere around supper time, I received a burst of photos from another family gathering going on a thousand miles away. Almost like being there? Nope, but I did get a few updates on faces and places. A reminder that I won’t be returning there, as the property has been sold (after almost a half-century).
And now, I’m just waiting. Some grapes, as a source of sugars. We know that “the kids” are on the Island, but until they actually get here, I’m left to stew in my anticipation.
