The Waiting Place

Dr. Suess warned us about the waiting place.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

Sad to say, but I'm there a bit today. Minor things really.

Waiting for an appellate ruling to be released tomorrow in one of my cases. When I have my reporter hat on, it is quite useful to know which appellate decisions will be released the next day. But, as an attorney with a client who will be impacted by the decision, the wait is far more difficult to endure.

Waiting to see which teachers my children will be assigned to for the coming year of school, and what school supplies they need to buy. School starts in a week and a half, and we still don't know (ah DPS)! Also, waiting to meet a new principal appointed after the hire made at the end of last year fell through in the summer, and new teachers at the school who could very well end up teaching my kids.

Waiting to decide what I want to do when I grow up. Funny, how you can establish a career, get married, have a couple of kids and a mortgage, and still wonder that, but while the answer gets somewhat narrower over time, there are always options.

Of course, I'm also somewhere among the people described in Bernstein's Mass:

Half the people are stoned
And the other half are waiting for the next election.
Half the people are drowned
And the other half are swimming in the wrong direction.

They call it glorious living!