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Sunday, November 19, 2023

Unending neverending eternal

 

Atreyu (Noah Hathaway) seeks a cure for the ruler of Fantasia in 1984's 'The NeverEnding Story.'

                   Neverending Story 1985 

There are lists and lists of projects or events that are in never ending in the completion. We wrestle with these, all the time. They never go away.

Replacing an engine, discovering missing parts and tools, with more auto parts littering the floor.  Oh, sure, friendly veteran sang a story about an old war injury prevented him from using manual shift, so that's why there are only 75,000 miles on the speedometer.  You drive classic car home, finding smoke and clanks following you. Not such a good deal, and when online sites send replacement parts, there will always be a screw short.

Being in labor for hour after hour definitely makes the list. (45 hours? Followed by C-Section.) After ten hours, just when you beg for an epidural, An army nurse briskly tells you that it is too late to give one.  

Flights to the other side of the world.  Australia?  South Africa? Switzerland?  You find yourself in cheap seats, middle seat packed in, next to someone who hasn't taken a bath in the last year.

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Playground duty. You are the only teacher with 300 children racing around an one acre playground.  You clutch a clipboard under one arm and grip the teacher whistle in  a tightly clenched fist.  
 
 
Waiting for Santa. You are 6 years old and this night is one wished for all year. Tick, Tick, Tick...eyes want to shut but you won't let them...tick, tick, tick...

Picking strawberries day after day after day. No joy after the fifth day. Mid-May arrives with garden full of red berries peeking from green leaves.  First day is like discovering rubies, sweet rubies. Leads onto the second day, third day, fourth day, fifth day....Enough already.  This won't ever end, our hands will be dyed red. 

Waiting in an emergency room, filled with sneezing and coughing. You have a brain-splitting migraine and your blood pressure is 177/85.  With your head dropping to your knees and a throw-up bowl beneath, you watch as a child with sinusitis(#45) is called in.  You are #62.  You won't live to see the end of this day. 

Driving through Death Valley in summer. (Been there, done that) Long straight road over flat desolate land, you see in distance, heat waves fooling you to think it is water.  It is 121 degrees and you watch your car's gas light like a hawk.

Standing in the line at DMV, until legs are shaking, growing light-headed. Husband is home, too sick to go into the line from hell to transfer registration.  You are three months pregnant, and hours pass.  At the third hour, you tell the kind lady behind you that you are pregnant and wonder if...then you open your eyes as you lie on the floor.  Registration was expedited. 


                                           YouTube has numerous of Curling videos

Being forced to watch “curling” during the Winter Olympics. Your family is Nordic, and cheer for some team.  Crushed between Olaf and Sven, you decide to develop a tummy-bug, staying in the bathroom before sneaking away, where is not important.

Re-modeling a bathroom and/or kitchen the week before company arrives--this is your spouse's idea.  Tearing out the sink and cabinet reveal rot and mold.  Company will be staying in the hotel with you, as your entire house is being examined and treated.


Most or all of this involve unending waiting…and more waiting…i 

 What about you?  Can you add to this list your own unending events?
 
 This is a repost from 2016, I think.  My wrist and joints are looking better.

My camp for the night was a small creek at the base of the mountain range at the very end of this straight section of road
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Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Never ending. Will this ever end?.

'NeverEnding Story' Returns To Movie Theaters For Limited Run: Find Screening Locations
The Neverending Story

Over decades, we have surely discovered events or moments in our life experiences that will never ever end. 

These events and moments are the ghosts of “never ending” appear to nag and torment. In the theme of “unending” lies a list, an “never ending” list about those ghosts:

Being in labor hour after hour definitely makes the list. (45 hours?). Followed by C-Section.) After ten hours, just when you beg for an epidural, an army nurse briskly tells you that it is too late to give one.

All the while, husband is waiting, being supportive. Around hour 35, husband pops out for some diet coke, comes back at hour 40. He will pay for this later on.  

Flights to the other side of the world.  Australia?  South Africa? Switzerland? You find yourself in cheap seats, middle seat packed in, between two large people.

Or maybe you will find yourself next to a 5 year old who not received an hour of strong parenting in all those 5 years.  Oh, what hell.

Picking strawberries day after day after day. No joy after the fifth day. Mid-May arrives with garden full of red berries peeking from green leaves.  First day is like discovering rubies, sweet rubies. 

Leads onto the second day, third day, fourth day, fifth day.... This will not ever end. You will soon find yourself picking green beans. Then you will work in a steamy hot kitchen canning those said beans. Lord have mercy.

Waiting in an emergency room, filled with sneezing and coughing. You have a brain-splitting migraine and your blood pressure is 177/91.  

With your head dropping to your knees and a throw-up bowl beneath, you watch as a child with sinusitis(#45) is called in.  You are #62.  


You won't live to see the end of this day. 

Driving through Death Valley in summer. (Been there, done that) Long straight road over flat desolate land, you see in distance, heat waves fooling you to think it is water.  It is 121 degrees and you watch your car's gas light like a hawk.

Who planned this route?  Not me.

Standing in the line at DMV, until legs are shaking, growing light-headed. Husband is home, too sick to go into the line from hell to transfer registration.  

You are three months pregnant, and hours pass.  At the third hour, you tell the kind lady behind you that you are pregnant and wonder if...then you open your eyes as you lie on the floor.  Registration was expedited. 


Your husband will pay for that one, too. He was sitting at home, sick with a runny nose, and watching TV. 


Sitting in rush hour traffic on the Friday of a four-day weekend. A black juiced up muscle car is shaking with the bass turned up high.  You have windows rolled up, and yet you are vibrating as well. Is the world filled with idiots who have lost their hearing?

Most or all of this involve unending waiting…and more waiting…It will be unending. Always makes me crabby.

Please forgive the frequent references to my husband. Write about what you know.

oh so true
 What about you?  Can you add to this list your own unending events?

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

3:25 Time Schedule




Okay, Harold.  We made it to the clock, and yes! I see the time.  It’s not my fault we’re late.

Oh, come on, Joyce!  You are always making us late.  How far have we traveled today…and how many times have we waited for you?

Harold, if you keep this up, I will not allow you to dive into that plate of crostino with garlic bread…

Hey, you two!  We have had enough of this!  If we had known how you bicker non-stop, we would not have invited you on this trip!

Sorry, Leticia!  Harold is so erratic; I can never follow him anywhere.  On the flight over, he made me drop my shrimp…

Okay, ladies!  Here we are!  See the 3:25 tour bus!  I get the fat bald guy; Joyce, you take out the big redhead.  Leticia, you hit the skinny guy with the comb-over. 

And, it’s bombs awaaaaaayyyyy!

This is a re-post of September 2012.  The prompt was the photo above.  Not a lot to work with, but then Photo Prompts are supposed to be challenging!