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.