All day I have been waiting, waiting for the plumber to come, waiting for the phone call apologizing for the failure to come, waiting for a new New Yorker, waiting for a friend to come by so I can apologize for my angry behavior, waiting for the kids to get out of school.

Warm soft Fall day, birds sing, the high school kids a block away celebrate the day with loud lunch music.

Sometimes it seems my whole life is centered on waiting.