The photo theme of Waiting is really appropriate in my case; I have kept everyone waiting for another post for over a week. This is unusual for me: I generally manage to fit some blogging in somewhere even when travelling. The thing is, though, that I have committed to reformatting eight of my novels for prints/reprints, and this added to normal chores does not leave a lot of time. Today I chose give precedence to taking grandkids to the beach after school — on the only weekday without scheduled swimming they still want an amusement involving water! Only R actually swam, though. J and I got splashed and swooshed at by some enormous waves at the tidal pool.
Here I have a group waiting for a train — to leave again! — from a recent adventure.
Back to the cat feeding scheme for another picture. Here is the home of the customers, and an early diner waiting to be fed. The waitress (plus two trainees) is in close attendance. (Do not suggest to me that the proper term is ‘waitron’ or I might turn violent. This is a gender denialist fad with no justification in accuracy, sense, or benefit to feminism.)M is thriving, by the way, and is as adorably attentive as ever, particularly when waiting to be fed one of her couple-of-dozen meals a day.