Waiting for the Fog to Lift

“Areas of fog before 9am. Otherwise, cloudy, then gradually becoming mostly sunny, with a high near 80. Calm wind becoming east around 5 mph in the afternoon.”

I began my morning Facebook session at 05:00 A.M. It was still dark but I could see by the village parking lot lights that it was very foggy outside. O’course none of that matters to Nala, whose early morning needs are simple, food for which she does not like to wait. Mine are a bit more complex. I need to get to the Wood’s Plaza CVS but prefer not to risk life and limb in doing so; I will be forced to wait until the Sun burns off the fog. I would not wish to ruin some motor vehicle operators day by crashing my body into his or her shiny, two to four thousand pound automobile, getting it all messy with my viscera because they could not see me walking along the highway.

“Waiting,” it is what the marginalized are expected to do! If you do not have a personal conveyance device at your disposal, you are expected to wait, patiently. I have no issue with waiting; I am quite proficient at it. I usually bring whatever book I am currently reading to pass the time. It suits me.

Some people express great annoyance with waiting, delays, or loss of time due to things beyond their control. What is that about? Do they really believe that their time is more valuable than the next persons? Are they in a hurry to get to the end of their day, week, month, year, or life?

I am thinking a great deal about waiting this morning, while I wait for the fog to lift. It is helpful to me to read what others have written on the subject of waiting.

“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” ~ Joseph Campbell

I like and respect Mr. Campbell, I imagine that he has a very old soul.

“Patience is not simply the ability to wait – it’s how we behave while we’re waiting.” ~ Joyce Meyer

Ms Meyer, on the other hand I have my doubts about; although, this quote of hers does have wisdom in it.

“The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” ~ Bertrand Russell

Mr. Russell, now he is a classic!

“The opposite of talking isn’t listening. The opposite of talking is waiting.” ~ Fran Lebowitz

Ah, I love the wit of Ms Lebowitz, I wish everyone was so blessed.

 

The machinations of government are painfully slow, as our notoriously impatient Forty-five is realizing of late, with his having to deal with his own Party’s inability to execute his wishes. I am certain that having to wait to get your authoritarian legislative agenda through Congress is a real drag, regardless of how heartless the initiatives might be.

Reportedly the president does not read, if he did perhaps waiting would be easier for him, not that I give a furry rat’s arsehole about Mr. Trump’s discomfort, I do not. I only mention it here because I too have had to endure the seemingly endless interval of bureaucracy’s languidness, e.g. sidewalk installation along Great Road.

I recently posted my intention to apply for the open volunteer position on the Acton Sidewalk Committee having learned of their inability to meet quorum when I attended their meeting last Monday. I filled out the required paperwork and submitted it on Tuesday of last week. Yesterday I received a response asking me if I could attend the Volunteer Coordinating Committee meeting so that they could meet with me “to discuss your interest and qualifications.”

I responded informing the chairperson that I would make arrangements to take the Cross Acton Transit (CAT ) to the Acton Memorial Library (AML) and wait there until the start of the meeting at 07:40 P.M. but that I would require a ride home, as it would be full dark by meeting’s end. I also requested that the Chairperson confirm with me that a ride had been secured or accept the withdrawal of my application, which he did, offering to drive me home himself if I would be willing to wait until the conclusion of the committee meeting.

This dissertation is of course leading up to a point, I hope. You see the irony of the story is that I would not have to wait for the morning fog to lift, take the CAT and wait at the AML, or ask and wait for a ride home at night if there were sidewalks installed along Great Road.

While not directly under the purview of the Sidewalk Committee, the members can make recommendations and certainly have more influence on the outcome than one, single, solitary, peripatetic individual.

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