If It Takes Forever

drove wife to doctor
counting wheelchair ramp spindles
~waiting for Godot






7/10/2020

My wife smiled at this one.  Or was it a smirk?

Waiting for Godot is a play by Samuel Beckett
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Barry-Nishanian Avatar
October 16, 2020 at 6:59 PM
I understand too
Toney Avatar
October 18, 2020 at 1:23 PM
I know you do. ~Mark
Faulkner Avatar
July 10, 2020 at 10:10 PM
My husband has a lot of doctor's appointments lately, so I can relate to this (do they let you go in with her? I have to wait in the car because only patients and essential staff can go in due to Covid19)
Toney Avatar
July 10, 2020 at 10:29 PM
It's the same here. I wait in the car. So today after reading a while, answering my email and texts, listening to music and changing parking spaces to catch the everchanging shade I noticed the circuitous wheelchair ramp with its many spindles and decided to count all 120 of them. And then Eureka! I thought of this esoteric senryu. I'm glad you can relate :) ~Mark
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