Waiting (Nearly 7 PM)

Waiting, sitting and waiting. Hate that hate this. This. Sitting around waiting for a meeting that was supposed to happen almost 30 minutes ago(!) Waiting waiting waiting for meetings tense discussions scoldings repetition boredom nervousness jealousy fear endless bottomless boredom again. And no dinner. Stuck. Waiting.

Nothing ever comes of this. An hour or more of grumpy-parent managers and bratty-worker bees, every one of them waiting for the closing bell waiting for
freedom from
routine
ridicule
remorseless
rapacious
repetition
and red-eyed
tight-lipped
angry
boredom
boring meetings
and waiting still
hating this.

Breathe.
Yawn.
Stretch.
Think slow sweet smooth thoughts.
Dream.

Dream about something else before you flip. Dream about......quiet childhood mornings and peaceful family evenings with Gramma's comfy-bony warm brown knees, her dainty dancer's feet in dirty pink slippers and always her gossamer soft faded rose housecoat, pockets stuffed with folded kleenex, Daily Defender clippings and ancient bobby pins. Her hands on my shoulders, playing with my hair, rubbing my back. So easy in Gramma's company watching TV, refuge from classroom rules and mean girls (daytime) and uptight anxious mom (nighttime). Missing her so much right now. Missing everyday her faded roses, her bony knees, her absentminded murmurs, sighs of resignation, mischievous chuckles and her strong fine hands. Missing everything about her and hating this wait.

Hope there's afterlife after this. Hope I see Gramma and make her laugh again. Hope there's satellite in heaven and Hollywood Squares, The Edge of Night, Gunsmoke, and The Jeffersons are on a continuous loop!