Not to hurry time. Not even particularly anxious, but waiting. Not for Godot either. Back in January as some may remember, we decided to keep our place in Jojoba Hills SKP Resort, but to replace GeeWhiz the 36 foot motorhome that has been our home on wheels since 2012 with a destination trailer, that is a trailer we do not plan to ever move once it is sited on our lot 801. We waited for word that it was in production. We waited for word that the dealer had it in Ohio. We waited for word that the driver was finally hooked up to the trailer and then we waited while he drove it across the country, pausing for a day in Kansas to avoid windstorms. 

He pulled into the parking area outside our gates at midnight and waited for us to wakeup and come down to let him in. I had measured carefully and was almost sure the trailer would fit with our hard awning. It does, with no inches to spare. One slide out topper awning is pressing lightly against a support for the awning and the space on the utility side is barely adequate for all our connections. As I am writing this the electric, water and sewer are all working and I have  no doubt that the internet and phone will be fine when I connect them tomorrow, Sunday May 4. 

We are waiting, still. To sell the motorhome, to fly to Rochester on May 22 for our Summer and Fall sojourn in the community we are from. 

There is other waiting as well. Not anticipation just acknowledging the passage of time.