The disembodied voice on the other end says "Your call is important to us, please stay on the line for the next available....".

Now I don't want to be called a nit picker but if my call is so bloody important then where is the human voice on the other end?
Seems like the bigger the business the less they want to give good customer service. Instead we are left on hold. Like over booked airlines these business are more interested in making sure they have customers waiting on them than waiting on their customers. Seems like both government and big business feel we should be privileged to buy their products or line of bull.
Making us wait to make us small and them large? Is arrogance a sign of success?
Where is the romance? Where are wooed and charmed to buy a product, retain a service, or support a candidate.

The romance is gone.

Big business is like the alcoholic parent that uses arrogance, threats and patronizing disdain to control, manipulate, and suppress.

It is time we get a little romance, even if it is only on the phone or they can't have our business.

"The best laid plans of mice and men" Who the heck wrote that?
The plans we make are all too often altered by the situations that arise.
I remember a Professor Hiakawa who said something to the effect "The map is not the terrain". Another quote, referencing a map as part of a plan, having merit and yet how do we use it effectively?
Plans are just what they are.
Sometimes a plan will have you dancing on quicksand. This is especially true when we startup a business or enter into a relationship.
Other times no plan will land us in the same situation.
We find our selves at the mercy of impulsive actions.
But there is a third way.
We learn to dance on quicksand like we are doing the tango or ballroom dancing.
It is style, a skill for surviving the situation that has altered the plan.
Knowing how to deal with the unplanned is learning the fine art of quicksand dancing.

Memories can come in many forms but most are lit by objects in our past.
And, if only for a moment, we are transported to time where no past or future would burden us.
This was taken on the deck of the retired Carrier Midway. A place filled with ghosts of the past.

The plot of Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot is about two well dressed tramps waiting by a sickly looking tree for the arrival of M. Godot.
Godot never comes.
The play has come to mind at the oddest of times in life.
Waiting for Legal age, waiting to get married, waiting to get divorced, waiting for the kids to be born, waiting, waiting to heal, waiting for the dentist, waiting for love, waiting for sadness to leave, waiting for a ride, waiting for things to change, waiting for change to be a thing.
Waiting..

In the Beckett play the two tramps are relating and discussing. The act of waiting is more of a excuse to share space together.
As long as we are waiting,,what we are waiting for never comes.
If we are not waiting but waiting is a small part of what we are doing we can be living.
Like an airport, as in life, the waiting comes as part of our journey.
We can make the experience enriched by meeting people, sharing, laughing, watching...living.
Let's live and not wait!