Stardate 07/25/2005 (Pins and needles)
The Clock
The waiting game has begun. Scott and I were anxious all weekend...Speculating if "they" would call this week. Every hour that ticks by carries with it the potential promise of change. At any moment there could be an e-mail or better yet a call...Our lives now hang in the balance of these moments...One lucky newspaper could give a gift as great as they will receive... Scott called me less than a minute ago...A moment has happened...A moment that contains more potential for greatness than the ones preceding...He has an interview...Now the moments tick on...Moving towards perhaps a even greater moment...We hold our breath...Waiting anxiously until that next moment...The clock on the wall behind me marks each second with a rhythm that can not be changed by our impatience...Tick...Tick...Tick...And the beat goes on.
posted by Rebecca @ 5:15 PM
1 Comments:
I told him to call me too. Come on Erin, don't you know Scott well enough by now to know that he NEVER thinks to call his sisters. That &@^$()!!
On a better note, YAY YAY YAY YAY! Keep us posted : ) Although I am still scowling that he has sidelined the idea of Alaska. That prick. (Nope, i'm not selfish... not at all...)
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