The Waiting

Tom Petty was right; the waiting is the hardest part.

Disclaimer: before, during and after the following event: Everyone is okay and in good health (unless they have been subjugated to Snuki's ninja gas since this has been published (if that is the case, there is no hope)).

We told the little Indian man with the mop and wet floor signs that we had an appointment, and I took my seat in the first waiting room of our relationship (I'm sure there will be more to follow). I read, chatted with one of the attendants, read some more, chatted with a worker, listened to the music playing in the office, thought about reading some more, contemplated life, solved world hunger, almost fell asleep, wanted to fall asleep, sat as still as possible for as long as possible, looked very closely at my hands, knotted the tip of a dread, watched people walk by, almost thought about something, gauged the hunger factor, considered donating my butt to science, wondered if I could have my lower back removed and in the spirit of the moment and room: waited.
She found me; I found her; we found each other (yeah like before, except again and now). We walked to Santo Domingo and ate tacos; good tacos (I'm going to bottle waiting and sell it as a seasoning). In good gopheric fashion (I don't know what's with me and gophers lately), Jose pooped, I mean, popped out a little restaurant. If it strange to run into some one you know in a place, multiply that feeling by factor diez when in a foreign country. He joined us; it rained (big surprise), so we dodged into a coffee shop and had coffee (another surprise). It finished raining and we made it to the church for the study. Isidro joined and so did Ramiro. Ramiro is staying in an upper floor apartment on the church grounds, as he is from a smaller town but is studying here in Oaxaca. We talked about the concept of Two Pacts (or Covenants); it was really good. I find myself enjoying the examination and discussion of the Old Testament much more fulfilling than the New, probably because people in general are more familiar with the New.
Since I was a good boy, I was treated in good American fashion to McDonald's. I got a chocolate milk shake with enough sugar to put a full grown female (I don't know why) rhinoceros into a diabetic coma (at least it's not a gopher). Jose had the McTrio of the day (I only stole 1 fry). It was difficult to be in there for a number of reasons but we left without incident and made our way home. Big wheels keep on turnin'.