When I take my aunt to the dentist I am not permitted to be in the waiting room. Which is why I take the opportunity to buy vegetables across the road. Each time I join a zoom meeting there is a moment while I hover in the virtual waiting room, until the host invites me in.
It would be tempting to see the wait as an inconvenience. Yet sometimes it seems like a timely pause in disguise. Yes it is an interruption to my agenda. But that is not always bad.
I am what could be called a distractible homemaker. Yes I start the laundry, but it may be awhile before I rotate it to the dryer. Lately I have a new initiative.
While in the Kitchen Waiting Room, do dishes.
You know, when I am tapping my toes for water to boil, or the microwave to do its magic. I have been pleased with what those orphaned minutes can accomplish. A swish swish of a couple pots. Empty the dishwasher. Plus when the bell rings I get to stop.
Many of us are waiting. For the economy to recover, for the pandemic to go away. Even before these trying times there have been periods when I believed firmly that things ought to hustle along faster. Like when I finally got engaged at the ripe old age of 22, or the elongated days of pregnancy came to an end.
What I am finding, even as I slosh through a few dirty plates while the pasta bubbles, is that good things can happen in the interim. It even occurs to me that it may be part of the Divine Design.
