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(Edit: This post was drafted when I had a galloping case of PMS. I'm better now!)
It is official. I have wasted my entire summer. Doing nothing. Nothing important. Just stuff.
I've worked some in the yard and garden. Mowed, bush-hogged with the tractor, and today, I replaced the chain on the chain saw.
I planted a smaller-than-usual vegetable garden. The squash all rotted in the rain. I ate cucumbers until I wanted to start leaving them in unsuspecting people's cars. I even mailed some to Almost Grown!
The tomatoes are ripening and cover the kitchen counters. I watch them, then feed the spoiling ones to the dogs. I've dried some, roasted some, but they just keep coming. Relentlessly.
I have gone to Reno and Las Vegas and visited loved ones.
I have done a few small sewing projects in my studio. Nothing to write home about.
I have read a lot of books. Played a lot of computer games.
I am waiting. But for what?? I just don't know.
And so, like Tom Hanks' character in "The Terminal",
" I... wait."