The journey between here and there

Estimated Time of Departure: 3:00pm
Actual Time of Departure: 8:30pm

ok, let’s just state the obvious right now…. I’m always late. It’s the one thing you can depend on. I will without fail be late. Every once in a blue moon I’ll be on time, but the norm is to count on me being late. It’s not that I don’t have good intentions or that I don’t want to be on time. I do. I really do. It’s just that for some reason or another I’m always late.

People who know that about me accept it and make allowances for it by telling me an earlier time if they want me to be on time to something or they just expect me to show up 20 min. - 1/2 hour late. I was late when I was born, I was late to the school bus, I was late to my wedding, I’ll be late to my own funeral.

My problem? I just hate being early. I hate waiting. I don’t care if people wait for me. I just hate waiting for other people. Hypocritical I suppose. I really don’t care. I just don’t like to wait for anyone or anything. I get bored too easy and can’t stand having to be on someone else’s schedule. I want to get there and instantly start. That and I’m a procrastinator.

I went to Medicine Hat to visit my childhood friend, Leslie. We get along great. I like to cook, she likes to clean. Together we make a perfect match. She’s hilarious. When we get together we laugh and act goofy. She thinks of the funny things to say, I think of the funny things to say or do. We feed off each other and hilarity ensues. We had a good time. We laughed, we talked, we hung out, went for walks and enjoyed each others company. A great weekend. I wish she lived closer to me by Auto-cocks… I mean Okotoks. She wishes I lived closer to her in Medicine Hat. It’s always good to have friends that make you laugh and relax.