I'm waiting for Chris to get home, to head to the airport to wait for a plane. I suspect people spend 1/3 of their lives waiting. If you add the 1/3 of your life you spend sleeping, that leaves just a little time left over to work, play, party and suntan.
I started a journal entry a few weeks ago called "An Entry of a Wait." It was the breakdown of an hour while I waited for the concert hall to be unlocked where I (and others) were performing there one afternoon. I was the first person to show up. At a mere 15 minutes before the concert started, the doors were unlocked and another musician showed up. We were a group of 60 musicians or so and many, many audience members arrived before the performers did. It was embarrassing. I got there an hour before the doors opened and wrote about things that happened in that awesome parking lot while I paced.
And now a mere 30 minutes before I need to check in at the airport (keeping in mind that the drive there takes 45 minutes), I'm going to try calling Chris again. I am anal about getting places on time, because I've missed flights before. Nothing like a vacation to create the need for a vacation.
Moral of today's story: tornadoes are scary. They come to Colorado sometimes and take out small towns. They tear up my friends' yards. Tornadoes are scary.
An Erinku:
sunlight
overly yellow
swirly clouds
in the north
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