waiting...

Dealing with insurance adjusters and the inconvenience of no wheels.

Waiting around for phone calls.

When they come, finding nothing’s simple or clear-cut
as I thought it would be.

Discovering that snippy, punchy side of my nature
always lurking, just under the surface.

Reminding myself of this song by Carolyn Arends

We are prodigals and pilgrims
We are sinners, we are saints
It gets hard to tell the difference
the more you make us wait
There is variance in circumstance
Direction and occasion
But the truth is we’re all travelers
Who have not reached our final destination.

© 2001 "Travelers (The Airport Song)" by Carolyn Arends