Friday, January 30, 2015

Five-Minute Friday: Wait

1. The paint can has been sittting in the laundry room for about a year and a half. We were all enthusiasm when we bought it, totally committed and ready to change the world (or at least the room). I think we're no longer sure the color is the right color, despite the one already boldly optimistic green wall among its vaguely depressed beige neighbors. I'm feeling impatient to get it done- tired of waiting, I guess, although I don't know what exactly I'm waiting for.


2. The clock on top of the piano seems to decide each evening to move at half its normal speed. The kids' play goes into warp fast forward, but Time drags as 6:00 pm approaches...creeping, inching upward, the minute hand imitating a sloth, as if it is playing statue and trying not to be caught in the act of motion. I'd give anything for the sight of headlights turning into the driveway- I jump with anticipation every time I hear a car door, and I keep checking the front window to see if he's here yet.


3. Standing outside the van, shivering, I hunch my shoulders against the bitter wind and wonder why on earth she can't hurry just a tiny bit when she is putting on her seatbelt. I know I could have done it eight times by now, but she wants to do it herself, and any attempt on my part to help her will only result in a mind-blowing, time-stopping tantrum, which just means it will take even longer to be ready to leave.


I was never very good at waiting. I keep singing that old song about the snail to myself, hoping one of these days it will take.



Five-Minute Friday is a chance to write for five minutes in response to a one-word prompt without worrying, over-editing or backtracking. It's finger painting with words, kind of the way we used to color without feeling anxious about staying inside the lines. We share our work over at Kate Motaung's blog- you can go there to check out more and to share your own writing.