Waiting

I can’t say I’m keen on waiting. When I go somewhere to meet someone, I’ve learned to take a book or listen to a podcast. Sometimes I just sit quietly and think, but the wait had better be short.

There are different kinds of waiting. Like when you are waiting on someone who is late, but they are not usually late. Or they are always late. Waiting when you know what you are waiting for, like Thanksgiving dinner. Or waiting when you don’t know the outcome, like Christmas presents (good) or medical tests (not so much).

There’s climbing-the-walls waiting, when you can’t make things happen any sooner. And there’s “don’t open the over door while it’s baking” waiting.

Funny how one day, I can be frustratingly antsy about something and the next day, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”