The water is boiling. But the rice is still cooking.
It’s agonizing, really. My hungry tummy wants to get its fill of fluffy white rice, but it must wait a couple minutes more.
Maybe five minutes. Or six. Or seven. Or eight.
I pace back and forth. What to do, what to do, what to do?
Fry an egg, that’s what I’ll do. A radiant sunny-side up would surely brighten up this rainy evening.
Rain. Thank God it finally rained. The past days have been dreadful (weather-wise) with the thick humidity and the air of laziness hanging about.
The egg is done. The rice still isn’t. What’s taking the rice so long?
Tap, tap, tap. I should probably wash the frying pan. That would kill some time. And, after dinner, that would be one less utensil for me to wash.
Utensils. Is a frying pan a utensil? Isn’t it some sort of cutlery or something? Whatever. I’d ask Flynn Rider and he’d say that it’s a deadly weapon. But this frying pan won’t get into any tangled mess – it’s going to stay here in the kitchen where it belongs.
Frying pan’s done. The rice still isn’t. What is up with that?
Well, it’s almost done. But it still needs to sit out a few minutes more.
I turn off the gas range.
If I head off to my room and sing a couple of songs, would the rice be okay by the time I’m through?
Hungry I come to You for I know You satisfy… We are hungry, we are hungry, we are hungry for more of You.
Wow. Excellent choice of songs, Mari.
Sigh. Why must the rice take so long? Along with so many other stuff?
What do I do here in the waiting? What do I do with my unsatisfied heart?
Unsatisfied is right. I’m so ready to eat dinner. I’m so ready to take on that project. I’m so ready to do my VIVA (wait, am I?). And I’m so ready to take on that dream job (again – wait, am I?). I’m so ready to march up that stage and receive that diploma, but right now…
I. Must. Wait. Still.
So what do I do here in the waiting?
Get closer to God, I know. (Doing so, doing so…)
Well, the rice should be cooked by now.