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July 21, 2008

Waiting

Hurry up and wait. That's all I seem to do any more. My life right now is composed of the moments between the (rare) times when the stars align and I get to actually do things.

Take this morning, for instance. I am coating the pages of one of my recent books with polyurethane (thanks, Janice, for the idea) so I can attach stuff to them and write on them. [Some of the stuff is already attached to the pages and will end up under the coating, while some of the stuff is 3-d(ish) and needs to go on top. In the end, it should be kind of cool, .] Anyway, I can only coat two facing pages at a time. I mean, I don't want them to stick to each other. So I coat a set. And then I wait. And then I coat a set. And then I wait.

Then there's the whole, "Well, why don't you work on another book while you're at it?" issue. Which is answered with this: I don't have my supplies yet. I am waiting for them to come in the mail. Because hear in BFEgypt where I live, I cannot just walk into a store and buy:

  1. Davey board (A heavy duty bookbinding board)
  2. Unwaxed bookbinding thread. Or waxed thread in any color other than "natural," for that matter
  3. PVA (White bookbinding glue)
  4. Bookbinding cloth
  5. Various bookbinding tools (brass/steel rules, paper punches/drills, special brushes, anything that's not your average office/art supply item)

Some of these things, I can work without, and I am, but others (bookbinding cloth, bookbinding thread, PVA) really are necessary to the whole book creation process. And I can't get them here. So I must wait for them.

I am also, I must admit, missing my dining room table. The great big one that, when fully extended with the two (!) leaves seats ten. The one that doesn't fit in this dinky little house we were only supposed to live in for the two years I was in graduate school, not the additional four we get to stay here, so it's in storage in Pullman. I miss that table a LOT. Because our little round table that seats two? Fits beautifully in the dining room, but is not so much the useful for working at.

So I'm also waiting to leave here and move to a house where my beloved dining room table fits and I can cover it in art supplies again. Or, alternatively, to leave here and move to a house where I can have an actual studio that isn't the kitchen/dining room/back porch in good weather/basement in bad weather and spread out my art supplies again. The key phrase, clearly, is leaving here*. But I suspect that's not news to anybody at this point.

Aaaand I'm waiting for the laundry to be done so I can swap it out. And waiting for it to be time to go to the gym to take my yoga class. And waiting for Dave to get home. And waiting for my 30 minutes to be up so I can take out the teeth whitening strips. Wait wait wait.

God, I hate waiting. I'm so much better at doing.


* Ten months to go.

Posted by sally at July 21, 2008 12:34 PM

Comments

Today my waiting was on the phone trying to figure out why a technician didn't come to fix the TV dish.... and I was on hold for waaaaaay too long.

Posted by: inlandempiregirl at July 21, 2008 11:32 PM

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