Waiting Room
August 29, 2011
Been sitting in a lot of waiting rooms lately. Three today. Nothing serious, just taking care of business, trying to get to the bottom of stubborn, resolute tendons. Complicated things by stepping on a nail.. that kind of thing.
So, my idea for this picture, since I have nothing I really want to say about all this, was to paste a poem in this spot, something about waiting. Turns out, if you google waiting and poem, you get a sh*tload of poems.. all about waiting, written by people you know, like Robert Frost and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. There’s even a site called In the Waiting Room that solicits poems about, well, being in a waiting room.
That was way too easy.
I’m not really sure how we even lived without the internet.
Life of Wry 
August 30, 2011 at 7:42 am
“I’m not really sure how we even lived without the internet.”
That’s for sure. Did you see that I went to a funeral in Ireland, via internet, at 3 a.m. this morning?
August 30, 2011 at 10:35 am
I totally did. I have no words… that is just the most fabulous thing I can imagine, being able to be present, to be with family and friends, to celebrate a life, but from far far away. It’s so rich i can hardly stand it. so much we can do that we couldn’t do before.
sorry for your loss.. sounds like she was a wonderful woman!