waiting for a shower

I'm not waiting to take a shower, I'm not waiting for a rain shower in this country you usually don't have to wait long:) No I'm waiting on the Triton shower unit that I bought yesterday, but Screw-Fix hasn't delivered yet, supposed I'm getting screwed:( Anyway our shower is a poor man's hose with little water pressure and an amazingly quick temperature variance, which somehow is almost always a drop in temperature. If you do get it run with the force, that of an almost dried up waterfall that limps over the top it then goes and cuts out and your left soapy, shampoo dripping in your eyes, not to mention freezing cold as well. So then you press the button for it run again, it goes through it's annoying little cycle of very cold then a bit more water but luke warm at best, then about 10 seconds later you think you've fooled the little cubed machine, as the water turns pleasantly warm, your mind goes to thinking about the days activities, what you might wear etc... until the low pressure light beams and the water turns cold, and eventually stops, once again leaving you soapy, shampoo etc... I think you get the point. So you can see why we're buying a new shower unit, unfortunately I don' t have the foggiest as to how to install it, my friend Merv is an amazing plumber who leaves for Bournemouth in about an hour, this leaves me with a cushion of a half hour at the most for the shower unit to be delivered. It's not huge, in fact it is a little plastic box type thing that sits on the wall, but evidently it is tricky to hook up, doesn't sound like a treat to me.

so while waiting I'm thinking about waiting, it is almost never a fun time but it is almost always a time that we go through, or need to go through. You know what it's like when you've really wanted something, like for me to watch a college football game, the anticipation of the telecast coming on is excruciating, but usually it is well worth the wait. My mom often says that she enjoys the time before a vacation more than the vacation (I don't know what that says about Rebecca and I) but she really likes the anticipation of the event. I think that we learn while waiting, realizing that we can't have it all, and amazingly the world does not revolve around us, there are others out there who are waiting as well. Sometimes waiting is the best option, sometimes it is the only option, I thought I just heard the delivery truck, my heart raced, I raced to the door to notice that it's not there, I guess I'll go back to waiting, and hopefully take a shower later.

About 3 minutes after finishing my blog Rebecca called and what does she utter into the phone and I quote "I'm waiting, waiting for the bus" See I had to race home from the town centre, so I could do this shower thing and she then had to catch a bus. She waited, # 5, # 8, the South Ham bus, they all came by but not # 86. Anyway we talked about waiting for a while, as she was simply standing there looking anxiously up Sarum Hill for a bus that wasn't coming any time soon. btw it is now outside of my potential shower hook up window, Screw Fix hasn't shown up, I'm still downstairs staring out the front window, Rebecca is on her way to Overton, Merv has probably left for Bournemouth, but just a bit of solace in that it has rained since i wrote that opening sentence.
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