On exactly their 44th anniversary this past Sunday, my parents sold their house, where we've lived for 26 years. Needless to say, cleaning it out is a fast-charged trip down memory lane -- finding my college thesis, years and years of sheet music, middle school notes passed by my friends, baby shoes...
And not least of all, a bit of wisdom from Dr. Seuss:
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of paints
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!
That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing...
...Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
