What do you think of today’s blog title? Is perfection a matter of time? Is perfection ever possible, no matter how much time we have? Is it worth our time trying to be perfect?
Because I woke up so late today in Edinburgh, Scotland, I have no time to make this post even close to perfect.
Yesterday, it took time for me to perfect my understanding of this sign:
It was a matter of time before I perfected how I captured that sign (because of my son’s perfectly timed interruptions):
Earlier in the day, I thought I had found the perfect title for today’s blog post …
… but it was only a matter of time before I changed my mind.
I don’t have time to explain all the other photos I took yesterday. I will, imperfectly, mention some Scottish experiences that matter to me:
- My perfect son Aaron and I are attending the Edinburgh Festival Fringe for our fourth time.
- We love taking the time to talk to the perfectly wonderful people here.
- My ex-sister-in-law Deborah, her daughter Laura, and Laura’s daughter Victoria arrived yesterday to join us, after spending lots of imperfect time in a New York airport that had no power and waiting hours of time for their rooms in Edinburgh to become available.
- We found a perfect Edinburgh labyrinth yesterday.
- Whenever Aaron gets hold of my iPhone camera, it’s only a matter of time before he takes extreme closeups.
- Aaron and I spend a lot of time discussing which of the Fringe posters comes closest to being perfect.
- Last night, we saw Josh Ladgrove a/k/a Neal Portenza in another amazingly inventive and hilarious performance. Every year we see him, Neal Portenza perfectly puts Aaron is his show.
- It’s only a matter of hours before we all see the Neal Portenza show again.
- After we see Neal Portenza Neal Portenza Neal Portenza Neal Portenza Neal Portenza Neal Portenza Neal Portenza Tracey again tonight, we are going to see Tom Joyce, our favorite local comedian. Every year Aaron and I have been coming to the Fringe, it’s only a matter of time before we run into Tom on the street at the perfect time or otherwise figure out a way to see him.
It was only a matter of time before I showed you my other photos from yesterday.
It was only a matter of time before I would remind you if you can’t perfectly see any of those imperfect photos, you can click on them to enlarge them.
What’s the perfect music for this post? Damned if I know, but it was only a matter of time before one of those photos would inspire this:
As imperfect as this post is, it took me much more time than I expected to finish it. So here’s some imperfect thanks to all who helped me create it and to you — of course! — for taking the time to visit today.
Perfection is boring, plus is imposible.
That yours is the first comment is perfect, and not boring.
That´s because is me obviously, I´m the exception to the rule
Perfect.
Whiskey and haggis crisps, and more cowbell, baby! Perfection!
Thanks for taking the time to leave this perfect comment!
One of your “cheekier” posts ma’am! And wouldn’t you know I’d focus on the one and only bare bum snapshot? Glad you’re enjoying yourself!
I’m enjoying Edinburgh and your cheeky comment!
I love that you and Aaron have this tradition that is made perfect with time together!
And I love that sculpture of the Canada Geese in Glasgow! 🙂
I love the tradition we have, Louise, of spending time together here at WordPress. I think those are swans, near the canal in Edinburgh. ❤
Cute photos, love the shadow pic. But, you really had me at “Cowbell”. ☺
You really had me at “Cute,” Van.
Wow! Perfectly amazing!
Another perfectly amazing comment from YOU.
I often wonder if perfection is an illusion, but your pictures aren’t! Plus I LOVE the cowbell bit! Miss those colorful days of SNL.
I LOVE your colorful posts on WordPress, Claudia.
Looks like you are all having a perfectly fun time Ann!!
Are they Canada Gees or swans? Where are they Ann?….
I believe they are swans, Val, near the canal in Fountainbridge. That’s where we’re staying now, with my in-laws.
My Dad used to work in Fountainbridge. I know where you are! How cool is that 💛
That is perfectly cool, Val. ❤
Ann,
Waking up late in Scotland while traveling with your son isn’t simply perfect; it is priceless.
-Alan
Your observations are perfect, true, and priceless, Alan.
If the labyrinth center is perfection, it is easy to see that it’s a matter of time and sometimes you get so close, then veer out again away…Lots of funny, perfect pictures, including purple cows…
I remember reading this poem when I was a little kid:
“I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one.”
It was only a matter of time before I was to grow up and see lots of purple cows at the Festival Fringe in Edinburgh. And it was only a matter of time before I would get around to thanking you for your lovely comment here.
You captured your day perfectly.
And you ended my day perfectly, Emilie. ❤
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Agree you can always use more cowbell. Looks like a wild and crazy fun time together. Favorite is silhouette duo- mother and son?. As far as perfection being a matter of time it might be true for aged wine or cheese but definitely debatable for the rest of life.
Perfect guess about picture, Ruth. ❤
If you are enjoying what you are doing then you have achieved perfection. :o)
I am enjoying reading your comment, so I guess I have achieved perfection!