waiting
in our lives we do all kinds of waiting.
we wait in lines. we wait to hear from people. we wait for events. sometimes what we wait for is something we're really anticipating, something we're really excited about, someone or something we know about, but at times like that ... its like that song, anticipation, that carly simon sang.
sometimes what we're waiting for is something or someone but we're not sure how it will be or what will happen. tests. report cards. evaluations. the news. sometimes it's just as hard waiting, but at least there's still some kind of hope.
the waiting i spazz about is when you know something is wrong. times like that, waiting is a nightmare of worries. an hour ago, an ambulance and two police cars pulled up at my neighbor's house. okay, it's not the neighbor, since he walked out to them. we didn't see his wife, which isn't unusual since she rarely comes out.
a while later, a third police car with a detective came. the detective was wearing blue gloves.
after a while, a fourth police car with a detective came. he also pulled on blue gloves. the third one left after talking with him.
the detective stepped out of the house. the ambulance people stepped out, and he took notes as they talked to him. they then went back inside.
after a while, the ambulance pulled up to the driveway, their people got in, and the ambulance left. they didn't take either of the neighbors, so this is good, isn't it? because it means no one is hurt, doesn't it? and no flashing lights or sirens, so at this point, we're wondering if the house got broken into ... burglarized or something. maybe, because the detective just walked back to his car, talked on his cell phone, then pulled out a cam and started walking around the outside of the house, recording.
another neighbor, a detective, informed us that "ambulances don't take dead bodies. the white van does."
okay so we're escalating worrying now. she (our neighbor) hasn't been well for several years now. for a long time, i've simply figured she's been depressed. when we first met them 10 years ago, she was pretty outgoing. now, she's pretty quiet. this town has that effect on anyone who came from bigger places, though.
this is awful. i'm sitting here praying, hoping all is well. but i don't know. they're good people, and good neighbors. i just hope the two of them are okay.
we wait in lines. we wait to hear from people. we wait for events. sometimes what we wait for is something we're really anticipating, something we're really excited about, someone or something we know about, but at times like that ... its like that song, anticipation, that carly simon sang.
sometimes what we're waiting for is something or someone but we're not sure how it will be or what will happen. tests. report cards. evaluations. the news. sometimes it's just as hard waiting, but at least there's still some kind of hope.
the waiting i spazz about is when you know something is wrong. times like that, waiting is a nightmare of worries. an hour ago, an ambulance and two police cars pulled up at my neighbor's house. okay, it's not the neighbor, since he walked out to them. we didn't see his wife, which isn't unusual since she rarely comes out.
a while later, a third police car with a detective came. the detective was wearing blue gloves.
after a while, a fourth police car with a detective came. he also pulled on blue gloves. the third one left after talking with him.
the detective stepped out of the house. the ambulance people stepped out, and he took notes as they talked to him. they then went back inside.
after a while, the ambulance pulled up to the driveway, their people got in, and the ambulance left. they didn't take either of the neighbors, so this is good, isn't it? because it means no one is hurt, doesn't it? and no flashing lights or sirens, so at this point, we're wondering if the house got broken into ... burglarized or something. maybe, because the detective just walked back to his car, talked on his cell phone, then pulled out a cam and started walking around the outside of the house, recording.
another neighbor, a detective, informed us that "ambulances don't take dead bodies. the white van does."
okay so we're escalating worrying now. she (our neighbor) hasn't been well for several years now. for a long time, i've simply figured she's been depressed. when we first met them 10 years ago, she was pretty outgoing. now, she's pretty quiet. this town has that effect on anyone who came from bigger places, though.
this is awful. i'm sitting here praying, hoping all is well. but i don't know. they're good people, and good neighbors. i just hope the two of them are okay.
Buddhist Rant posted at 5:20 PM
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