The Usual

I’m sitting in a waiting room of an office building. I spend a good chunk of my life in waiting rooms, and in office buildings. So far, two people have asked if they could help me, and I’ve told them both that I have an appointment at 9:30. It’s 9:00 now. I hear men outside the door loading trucks. Not sure what they’re loading. There’s sounds of banging of metal. I hear a woman’s voice, and a man’s voice, inside the office. I hear men talking and laughing outside. I hear a television, perhaps an informational or instructional video.

There’s a sign on the front glass door, and another copy of the sign on the sign-in table, warning those with colds to stay away, so that staff are not exposed. The corona virus is in the news all the time, day and night with updates on new cases and quarantines. People are terrified of getting sick. I’m not sick, so I stay seated and wait for my appointment. I do use the hand sanitizer. You never know.

Days seem to fly by, but I agonize with moments where I have to wait—wait on doctors, wait on traffic lights, wait to pick up my wife from work, wait on dinner to cook, wait on bible study to start, wait on bedtime to give our pets their snacks. We have eight pets: a yellow lab, my wife’s guide dog; a brown chihuahua; a small, but chubby, orange cat; a fuzzy, but thin, orange cat; a black and white tuxedo cat; two grey cockatiels, and a green parakeet.

Our pets take up a lot of our time, attention, and energy. They keep us in a routine, and they keep us from moving around too much, as they like to lay in our laps. When one or both of our laps are occupied, we say, I need to do such and such, but so and so is in my lap. This excuse sometimes keeps us from getting up to get a snack, or it just might keep us from doing a chore, or doing a favor. The pets are the owners, we’re just staff, as they say.

Sunday Times with Pets

This one is sitting in a comfy chair with a tuxedo colored cat getting into this one’s lap and then squirming around and digging his claws into this one’s stomach or leg and he gets up and walks away. And this one has a brown chihuahua with long skinny legs and pointy ears in this one’s lap also. Outside on the back porch the other one is giving her yellow lab a bath because she got wet and then played in the dirt and mud. She jumped into a wagon full of muddy water three times before the other one dumped out all the muddy water. Then she just played in mud puddles. The other one is pruning and repotting her plants in the back yard. Her yellow lab is tied to a table on the porch while she dries off after having a bath. The other one will probably need a bath too after she’s done digging in the dirt.

Grubby Things

Drop to the top

Flop down on the ground

Peace be to your knees

Please don’t mind the fleas

Dog hair on the stairs

Dust in the air, you must

Breath deeply just don’t

Kind of dirty in the front

Do you like a furry friend?

I will be sure to send

A little kitten to your house

It will help to catch a mouse

Living in rain clouds, loud

Thunder echoing down under

All the bugs want to come in

They have a slim chance

Of making our home theirs.

It’s not fair, our comfy lair

Is not meant to support grubby things!