Get Ready, Get Set……?

Racing as kids, the wind up was always

‘Get Ready, Get Set… GO!’

or if someone was a wiseguy

‘Get Ready, Get Set…STOP’

but it was never ever,

‘Get Ready, Get Set…Wait’.

Waiting…that’s what we’ve been doing. Not moving yet. Waiting as we get the ‘opportunity’ to practice patience. Some days we sound like THE Granddaughter when visiting asking every few minutes, “When’s Uncle Riley going to get here?”

What do we do, since we can’t make a mess?

I weed…a lot! My Loving Spouse mows the lawn…a lot…and fixes the lawn mower…a lot.

Gunner and I go walking along the canal.

…or rather one of us goes ‘walking’.

I visit one of my smallest students and play cards.

My Loving Spouse searches for old sewing machines to restore (when he’s not fixing the lawn mower).

We haul a load of stuff across the road for a large garage sale. Any large furniture that won’t sell, like this old TV cabinet…

I turn it into a bar.

It is possible, that I am ahead of this relocating curve. Whenever we cannot find something we need, we realize that I’ve sold it.

The best benefit of having to wait was the opportunity for Number One Son’s family to visit. His very own Team Offspring weren’t here but a minute before they were in the pond.

Much to Gunner’s delight…

and mine.

This summer ‘waiting’ has given us the fun of our family sport…croquet.

Where a straw hat always gives you an extra point.

THE Granddaughter is small but mighty.

When THE Grandson wasn’t busy playing croquet, he was picking the very last raspberry.

For this time together, I am grateful beyond words.

…and so now we continue to wait.

…and although we are tired of waiting, we are blessed.