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Online Waiting

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It’s what I do. More and more lately, what precious little free time I have to be online is being spent in wait-mode. Whether it is solar flares, our rural terrain, or just a humming-bird sitting at some critical spot on the cell tower, our signal has been toggling on and off at a painfully frequent rate of late.

It’s exasperating, especially when it comes to loading images. Over and over I try, because it always starts out looking like everything is working fine, until it’s not. Then comes the mysterious pause.

Did it stop for just a moment? Did the connection get dropped and it is automatically resetting? Is it down for the count and nothing more will happen no matter how long I stare at it?

Today’s picture is so great, it is worth the wait for me to get it up, but if waiting won’t help one bit, the best picture in the world won’t do me any good.

DSCN3897eWho wouldn’t love to see this shot of Delilah with wet hair after her bath?

Today is a rare Friday for me because I am at the day-job. Since I went back to work earlier this summer, I have been putting in a 4-day week, taking Fridays off as the first day of my 3-day weekend. There is just… Too. Much. To. Do. So much so that, not only am I working Friday, but probably Saturday, too.

What!?

I know. I am just as flustered as you. When am I going to get the mowing done? What about all the other chores!?

My sentiments, exactly.

It was tough enough getting thrown out of Eden and forced back into the long commute to industriesville. Now I’m additionally burdened with unending customer requests that exceed my ability to respond successfully.

DSCN3798eI’m getting no sympathy from Pequenita. Instead, she just demands more attention from me, starting as soon as I walk in the door and continuing all the way through my feeble attempts to do some writing on the laptop before sleeping. Yesterday, while I wasn’t paying attention to her, she strolled out the open front door through which I was conversing with Cyndie out in the yard.

Suddenly our indoor cat appears calmly in my view on the front steps beneath me.

I don’t blame her for wanting to escape. I know exactly how she feels. I’ve got my eye out for the off-hand chance somebody leaves a door open at the day-job.

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Written by johnwhays

September 4, 2015 at 6:00 am

2 Responses

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  1. Love the Delilah shot! Sorry it was a frustrating wait but that picture is GREAT

    Cynthia

    September 5, 2015 at 10:01 am

    • I’m so glad you agree about the picture! I am too biased about how beautiful she is to judge fairly.

      johnwhays

      September 5, 2015 at 10:09 am


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