I am a fellow in later middle age. Is that right? Going on 54, not young, not geriatric (don't pay attention to the bifocals and arthritis).
I've been the 4th of 6 kids, gone to school using public transit, raised 4 kids of my own and am step-parenting 2 more now. I've worked as a blue collar guy for a quarter of a century, often taking public transit back and forth to my various jobs. I've been on planes, waited at doctors offices and school offices, attended more sporting events, plays, practices and camps than I care to remember. Been stuck in traffic during commutes while wooing my Lady in another city. Waited to load and unload trucks, waited for instructions or advice, waited for the next available service rep . . .
I wondered what you folks do with yourselves when waiting. Is it a time sink, a sunk cost, a total negative waste of your precious moments of existance? Who here is the social type who gets all friendly with the fellow beside them at the bus stop? Who pulls out a Personal Data Assistant and checks their schedule, or has a phone for email? What do you do with this time that is positive, or advancing, or interesting? Is there things that could be shared that would make all of our times waiting a bit better spent?
I'm saying I've spent a lot of time waiting. As we all do. And I spend it without the ubiquitous smart phone. I always took a book when I was younger. Now I take a bag with drawing supplies. And I sometimes sketch what is around me. (Check out the blog in my website for the posts I'll be making with said sketches featured
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What do you have to share, people?