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Today was a hurry up and wait day. As I am somewhat of a maniac, it seems to be that every time I have to make a trip to town, I end up cramming as many town tasks that I need to accomplish into town day as is clockily (totally a word) possible. At the end of a particularly brutally over-scheduled town day, I tend to regret my to-do exuberance, and today was no exception.

It all started with my husband needing to visit the VA clinic for his yearly checkup. The VA gives us a TON of advance notice of an impending doctor's visit, so I, being ever so efficient, decided to cram as many other tasks into today as possible.  However, today's to-dos were most interesting because each stop required a fair bit of waiting. It was as I sat in three very different waiting areas today that I began to reflect on the fact that I might be somewhat of a rarity when it comes to waiting, for I tend to enjoy the whole exercise.

To begin with, each waiting room or area is a minefield of observations. Take the car dealership that I was at this morning. As I waited for my car to be washed and my oil to be changed, two things that I usually do myself, but were included for a year when I bought my new car, I found all manner of interesting dealership detritus to observe.  My husband wandered off to look at all the shiny new vehicles lining the interior of the dealership whilst I began to take in the scene. A few free popcorn kernels had escaped the machine that housed yesterday's dregs, and instead of the ever needing to be maintained coffee pot, the car people had installed a Keurig for all to use. The Today show droned from a TV that had a place of honor in front of the customer seating, but I was far more interested in the service attendant that was dressed like an extra from Grease. He totally had this whole biker gang member wannabe thing going, right down to the studded leather jacket. Was he going to a costume party? Was he an extra in a remake of West Side Story? What was the guy's story, even my husband got a chuckle or two out of that character's appearance and demeanor.

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Next we moved on to the VA clinic. I spent most of my time there in the car, sitting in the parking lot. My mom was and still is a champion shopper, so I have a lot of car sitting hours under my belt. The advent of cell phones has helped spice the whole waiting thing up a bit, and I passed a fair amount of waiting time talking to my nephew. It was while I was sitting in the VA clinic's parking lot, observing a tire company fix an elderly gentleman's flat tire, that I became embroiled in a scheme most exciting. An event that I will most definitely write about, but cannot discuss for a couple of weeks. YAY IMPENDING DRAMA!

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While I was plotting and conspiring family surprise things, a field mouse suddenly appeared in the grassy barrier that separated the parking space. I found the creature's bouncy exuberance very amusing, especially as it had started to snow. I guess even field mice like a good frolic in the snow flakes on occasion.

The last place of the day that I ended up waiting was my son's basketball practice. His coach has been called away for work reasons, so the sponsor's husband has stepped in to man the team helm. Let's just say the kids don't quite respect him the way that they should. So while I listened to my friend discuss her trying day that included a parent teacher conference, I observed a power struggle take place on the new gym floor of our community center. We humans are funny creatures, and usurping authority seems to be a thing no matter what our ages our. There were disrespectful displays galore, but the new coach managed to persevere through the adolescent antics for a coaching win. All I know is that some Art Deco buildings lack proper acoustical architecture, and our community center, while pretty in detail, is an echo chamber of reverberation doom. 

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<center>*Obligatory occasional image of myself, in all my amused and whimsical waiting glory.*</center>

And it is in that slightly impressed vein that I bid you all goodnight. This Kat has been going hard since 6AM, and after working the last two days while slightly ill, and running all manner of errands today, I must admit that my tail is dragging and I am ready to recline and slumber. Hopefully you are or have enjoyed your evening immensely, and I have to ask, are any of you amused as I am by waiting, or do you hate it?  

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<center>*And as always, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's slightly aghast and somewhat subdued iPhone.*</center>

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