Wednesday, May 5, 2021

A State of Wait

 




Let me be the last to wish you a Happy New Year!

Hopefully.

I know…you’ve heard that before…but not from me; not for a couple of years.

Yep…time flies…unless it takes the train.

Okay, that one’s a retread, too.

Maybe a re-re-re-retread.

What can I say? After hatching these pithy pearls of wisdom for nearly a decade, all of the good lines are in the hopper, already.

And since the analytics tell me—chatty as they are—most of the Retorter Faithful resides in roughly the same age demographic as I do—give or take a decade…or two…sometimes three—I figure you can’t recall what I wrote 2 months ago, let alone 2 years ago.

Oh, right…I didn’t write anything 2 months ago…or 3 or 4, for that matter.


You remember the analytics. They were a great doo-wop band back in the 50’s…I think…. maybe. And If they weren’t, they should have been.

At least that’s what the numbers say.

Get it…a little advanced math humor, there.

What?

I thought you wanted new.

Math is new…at least for me.

Nevertheless, here I am, wishing you a Happy New Year…and Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day and all the other days I may have neglected.

So that’s another new slant on things.

But that can be fixed with a new pair of orthotics.

Ba da bump…!

Ha…how about that, looks like I’ve still got it!

But the doctor says it should clear up in a month or two.

Ka-ching boom…!

Ha…I’ve got a million of them!

Hey, you gotta admit it’s been worth the wait…right…right…am I right?

In fact, it seems as if waiting is all we’ve been doing these last 13 months or so.

Waiting, waiting, waiting….

In fact, we’ve been in a state of wait.

At first, we waited for this “thing” to run its course and disappear so we could get on with our lives…not to mention baseball opening day.

But that didn’t happen.

Then we spent a lot of time waiting for our take-out to arrive.

That half Peperoni-half anchovy should be here any minute; although anchovies might be a bit sketchy after 7 hours in the back of Yugo.

We waited for the toilet paper truck to return.

We waited for the numbers to peak, then plateau, then drop.

We waited for sports to return.