Tick, tock

We are still waiting for Mia to kid. She seems ready: full bag, bleating, talking to her sides. No kids.

We are waiting for John's departure. The closer it gets, the more "Mommy" I become. In short, I worry. And, I know that life will never be the same regardless. I dread the distance in space, but not the adventure my son will embark on soon. He is ready.

We are waiting for the ground to dry. We have made the commitment to grow our farm significantly this year. We need to turn the gardens to get ready for early planting. Shelly and I did our seed selection on Saturday over breakfast at a local restaurant. She is a great partner and will be a pleasure to begin this transition. Our husbands are supportive, but I suspect they secretly hope they won't be doing any weeding.

We are waiting for riding season. We didn't get to ride the motorcycle last year because of Don's injury in June. We missed it and are ready to hop on and feel the wind again. I like piling on the Queen's seat, waving to cars, and secretly knitting on socks as we glide along. Don doesn't know I do this, but he will now!

We are waiting for May and the end of another semester. Just think. It started last week and we are ready to be done! I think our students are in that same place already!

As Steve Miller sang, "Time keeps on slipping into the future." In the meantime, we hurry up and wait.