Hurry…But…Wait…


My nest has been empty for years…and…it’s okay…I have my own sense of rhythm…timing…flow…it may appear odd to others…but…it works for me…

Until…

The nest refills…with not only…daughters…but…those little delights we call…granddaughters…and…that…changes everything…

This week…we’re having a girls’ week at the beach…lots of fun…lots of memories…and…a totally skewed sense of timing…

For me…let’s go down to the beach…means…put on my suit…look in the mirror…shake my head…then…don a cover up and hope I don’t see a soul I know…grab a towel…and…be out the door in about…five minutes…

For my daughter…let’s go down to the beach…means…putting on two little suits…braiding hair…coercing and threatening…potty time…sunscreen…finding shoes…getting toys…snacks…and…just when the little ones are ready…it’s time for her to start on herself…

Finally…about forty-five minutes later…we’re in the elevator…hoping the sun is still shining…and that it isn’t time for lunch…

So…at…Bertha’s…suggestion…today…I’m writing my blog during the beach prep time…she said…I wouldn’t get frustrated if I was doing something I enjoyed…and…so far…she’s right…but…I may need to hurry…

Hey…a girl can dream…

Jane

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