© irene waters 2017
According to my husband, half his life is wasted waiting. Waiting for me is his biggest bugbear, waiting in airports is not so bad
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as his other bugbear – waiting in traffic. Half my life is spent at traffic lights he says but I know that is simply not true.
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As some time is spent in queues. Perhaps waiting is a way devised to enforce some unwanted relaxation on those that like to be on the move all the time.
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Waiting is also a good way to get the gastric juices going as the passing smells make you drool.
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Not only do people wait wondering what comes next.
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All focused, all ready, all waiting.
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Arriving early to an event means that sometimes you wait alone
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Sometimes (if you are not like my husband) patiently.
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
I love waiting as long as I have my kindle and a notebook and a pen at hand!
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I’m with you Luccia only I read on my phone. Less to carry than a kindle.
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aloha Irene. ha. yeah, “waiting” is not wasted if i make use of the time. even with nothing i can still become still and meditate. i have been known to intentionally, repeatedly go early to appointments so i can sit and draw a few minutes before the appointment. what might be the bug there is when they want me to come in before the appointment time. i feel they’ve taken my useful waiting time. being present even in airport lines is an amazing event. one i rarely get often. even if it were often tho, each time would still be unique. fun thoughts on “waiting”. it’s the journey that is the destination. if that’s fun, then i’ve succeeded. fun on. aloha.
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Hi Rick, Thanks for your insights. I love the way you use your time and I had to laugh at you being annoyed if someone saw you early and you lost this time. Sometimes I’m sure it is the only way we slow down. I’m a fairly patient waiter, unlike my husband. Especially these days as I hate to admit it – with my phone I can read a book anywhere I am, play cards and even (but not very often) I can continue to work. I guess you could say waiting is a thing of the past for me. Cheers.
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My husband’s pet peeve is waiting at red lights – if you are driving there is not much you can do.We once estimated that you would spend about nine months of your life waiting at red lights- too bad you couldn’t camp out for nine months and get it over with!
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That could be like a big party but imagine the traffic jams post your nine month stint when you and millions others no longer had to wait. Perhaps Roger wasn’t too far out when he says that he spends half his life waiting.
Hope you are safe with the Hurricanes you are getting.
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Your mother is beautiful.
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Thank you Sharon. I think so too and not bad for 89.
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