Waiting, waiting, waiting

I never knew waiting for something could be so tiring. The cargo isn't off the port, I'm waiting for it to be moved from one warehouse on the Port of Colombo to another warehouse so that Sri Lankan Customs can inspect it and then release it to Raja.
I'm considering this, my forced holiday.  I'm reading, walking in the hot sun and trying to stay as calm as I can.
Today, Raja and I visited the Mulleriyawa Mental Hospital.  I'd read earlier in a Sri Lankan newspaper that this small hospital close to Raja's home had implemented a gardening program for it's long term patients.  As I love gardening, I was curious about what was being done, so decided that I'd like to make a visit.
I found that I needed to seek approval from the Chief Medical Officer for Mental Health at a near by hospital, I did that and today made the visit.
It was inspiring, that such a project could be undertaken with such enthusiasm by the staff and volunteers from a prestigious Boys school from Colombo, all the time encouraging the participants from the hospital to enjoy the experience, develop good skills and be creative with their hands.
We spoke about their plans for growing new varieties of vegetables and herbs and how I could help with the plan,  I will send a few packets of seeds when I get home and bring more varieties when I visit next time.
I'll keep intouch via email and the gardening staff will keep me informed as to how the new varities of seeds take in this climate.
Overall,it was a good visit and as it's close to Raja's home, I can easily make visits when I am waiting, waiting,  waiting.
A good plan I think.