One of the Mr. Rogers songs I remember from when Niecelet was tiny was something along the lines of “let’s think of something to do, while we’re waiting.” A very simple song for impatient little people who want everything now – allegedly it’s a song for small children. Realistically, impatient people? Are most of us.
It’s been almost six months since Tech Boy hasn’t had full-time work. We’re blessed to be in a position that it’s okay, but it does make us more careful, which is a necessary pain. Waiting is part of the job, for him. For me, that’s the case as well – waiting to see who will say what about a manuscript. Waiting to see if I have new idea, or can finish the one I just started. Waiting to see if I can pull of this miracle one more time.
I loathe waiting.
awash in a sea of paper slips
my desk is discovered:
the dictates of the day
cumin, chamomile, mint – ?
allergens to milk and strawberries?
call Dr. M
what is cousin jupiter’s real name?
of the chaotic contents contained
a planned productivity –
borne on the backs
Today, it’s cleaning off my desk. Tomorrow, my purse… Monday, the world. Or something like that.