Waiting.
There are as many types of waiting as there are people to wait.
Waiting. As in girls who are engaged-to-be-engaged, who are patiently or impatiently watching for signs of betrothal. Holding out and holding their breaths for the appearance of portentous jewelry. As in Waity Katie. Other women are mean to these women (read the article linked – merciless). Not least because there is a whiff of the ridiculous about them.
I was a bit of a waiter.
Waiting, as in the 2005 Ryan Reynolds film. Plot revolves around directionless, lecherous wait staff at Shenaniganz restaurant. Rated R for crudeness, this movie’s value lies… all right, it doesn’t have any value. I was made to watch this by my husband, a sometime waiter. But the restaurant is called SHENANIGANZ for sweetness sake.
Waiting – the Jews, waiting for the Messiah. The Christians, also for the Messiah. The Muslims, waiting for Imam Mahdi. With all due respect, God likes to keep people waiting.
Right now I am waiting: for my body to recover from my miscarriage so we can try again. Waiting to get pregnant again, waiting for the first trimester to be over so I can relax and feel more certain the child will live. Waiting for our lease to be up so we can buy a house. Waiting for my husband to get his review at work so we can find out what his raise might look like. Waiting for a lightning bolt to strike so I can figure out what path to take in terms of my career. Waiting for answers to these and other prayers.
Most urgently, waiting for the economy at last to improve and for the world to be at peace.
The first will hopefully be here soon. The second…
Well, we shall just have to wait. And see.
Least is the bee 