Patience

Patience: Good natured tolerance of delay.



Does it really have to be good natured? I've got the tolerance part down. I can tolerate waiting for a lot of things. I tolerate waiting in line at the grocery store. I tolerate waiting for David to stop reading and turn the lights out at night. I tolerate I-10 traffic every morning.



How do you tolerate delay with a good nature? Seriously, I'm asking. And how long must one really be 'patient'. Isn't there a point at which we can say it is unreasonable to be patient anymore, and you are allowed to be a little less 'good natured' as you tolerate?



Or, is saying "Gosh I'm really done waiting" (with a hand on your hip and eye brows up) no longer patient. I guess I've got some re-evaluating to do.



On a lighter note, the crape myrtles are growing again. And though they look slightly ridiculous, huge stumps with tiny little branches sprouting out the tops, they are still alive. Alive and thriving.