All quiet on the Wally Front. The luggage from Trip #1 Summer Fun has been put away. And we are ready to wait and check the weather. Seems like so far summer has presented us with some typically disregulated weather patterns. Searing, blistering heat. Avalanches of cold rain and wild wind. No happy medium. It is like being in a middle school where the emotional turbulence of the children churning in changes upon changes swirls away. You never know what to expect. You only know that you can’t predict what will happen next. You can be sure there will be some changes and possible damage. But not lasting too long. And the sun will always come up tomorrow. You just have to wait for it. Wait for the emotions to subside, the weather to change, or your ship to come in…just wait.

See, waiting can be hard. But waiting gives you time to reflect. So, as we wait in line for our ice cream, dinner date, or Dad who has to “fix” his hair one more time in the mirror to make it perfect, we all have to wait for something, sooner or later. And the important thing is to wait patiently and calmly. I can still hear my dad’s faint pleas of patience for me when I was a kid anxious to go run, play, jump, yell at whatever and he would just say, “just wait, it will come.”

Whatever the “it” was. And whenever “it” decided. I needed to heed that I could only wait. Not debate. Not fight with fate. No, just wait for it. And “it” would come. Because time rumbles on and the only thing you can do sometimes is to wait. Wait for your turn. Wait. And once you realize that all you have to do is wait, and there are no strings attached, no heavy lifting involved, then you can be free of your burden of waiting.

Because there is nothing you can do but wait. SO you wait, and be free. Walk Wally, and wait for the teens and pre-teens to wake up, wait for the wife to come home with the groceries, wait for the mailman to hand you your bills, wait for the sun to come back out after the clouds and rain.

Sorry. I got a little deep into waiting there. (Imagine if I put wading boots on to sit on the rocks and wait?) But that’s what happens in the summer. Time to reflect. Time to wait for the ice cream truck. And time to prepare for the next summer adventure. But, in between adventures…we wait. We wait patiently, like the dog with his tail slapping the floor in front of the door waiting to go out and poop in the pouring rain.

Thanks for coming! Thanks for reading and thanks for waiting…