Waiting for Godot, a play written by Samuel Beckett, is considered a classic. I read it years ago and have ever since assumed Godot is God. You will have to let me know if I am wrong or right. Right now, I want to tell you about more important things, as in who are my Godots today?
It has been a day of office and writing. I found if I am going to write, morning is best, an exception apparently being if I am waiting for somebody or something. Today I am waiting for my wife and for the oil man.
Both are Godot’s. My wife is a frequent Godot and the oil man, a first timer. They qualify, as they have significant godly powers, if not divinity.
Earlier this year we had our oil tank moved about a foot to get it away from the wall of the cellar. We did so because the wall’s material makeup would cause damage to the tank. In order to enable the men to move it, we had to have the tank no more than a quarter full.
I am a stickler for wanting the tank refilled when half full for reasons similar to why grocery stores crowd up before snow storms. I also want a manageable bill. But with the recent quarter tank experience, I learned that receiving the oil bill less frequently trumps the size of the bill. So that I could test various scenarios, I took us off automatic delivery.
Friday, I called to have a delivery and they assigned today. No oil man by two thirty so I phoned them and was told they didn’t have us listed. They asked if it is okay if they come tomorrow. Sure.
Meanwhile my wife came home from the grocery store. All Godot’s, if not arrived, are now accounted for. I wonder if there will be this many Godots in the nursing home. My fear is there will probably be more.