waiting

our priest, fr. barnabus, preached today about apocraphyl teachings, about those who seek to know the "end of time," about seizing the day, about not being able to see our part in the pattern of life and not being "clock watchers."

i am a clock watcher.
until... i lose myself.
i can spend hours writing, reading, kissing (not that i have anyone to kiss,) painting...
lately, though, i feel as though i've been waiting for...
the work day to draw to a close
my dog sitting to draw to an end
the sermon to conclude
a cute guy to call...

there's the rub.


my cat, beckett, is watching rover & toby nap. he's laying on the shelves and they are on the futon.

where will i move next?
waiting til i am debt free
waiting for the next paycheck
waiting to see what my winter schedule will be