Sitting on a tailgate

I'm planning to build a hosta garden this summer.  Along the side of the yard is a long, shaded stretch, where I already have hostas growing. But I want to build a retaining wall and put fresh dirt there and transplant the hostas so that they can enjoy themselves more.

I went to the store yesterday and bought two hundred retaining wall stones.  I was afraid the truck couldn't handle the weight, so picked up the stone in four trips.  On my third trip the fellow who helps with the fork lift was busy.  I parked the truck in the loading zone, waved to the guy to make him aware that I was there, put down the tailgate... and sat on it.  And time went by.

And I sat there and watched cars and trucks go by.  A lady rode over the curb while taking too sharp a turn.  Large trucks backed up slowly to dump their wares, and I wondered how they make that look so easy.  I wondered if I should pull out my cell phone and read email.  I tossed that idea away quickly.  And I just sat there.  Thinking that I don't need to be thinking.  And that I shouldn't let impatience creep in and that I shouldn't wonder where the heck that fork lift was because I had better things to do than sit on a tail gate.

And I just enjoyed the quiet in my little bubble, and watched the clouds and people, and sat.

And eventually the fork lift guy came and life carried on...