zoë stagg

It’s not just the front-row seat in limbo – which, why is that a bad thing in religion AND a wacky party game? Though, I guess no one is walking under the “purgatory stick,” so maybe it’s only a partial error in synonym. Anyway, it’s not just BEING in limbo, it’s the oddness of passing the time while you’re there.

Nothing really seems like a sensible sort of task when you’re waiting.

Rational people might decide that the only pastime that makes sense, despite any outcome, is to scrub the floors. Though, strictly speaking, those rational people also share the floors with people who have recently learned to say “popsicle” yet haven’t learned about the properties of dripping.

Floor scrubbing leads to shelf unloading and wiping, and a thorough washing of all the pots and pans that have gathered tumbleweeds in their neglect.

That leads to putting all of the newly clean pots and pans to good use – cooking for friends whose life is in ACTUAL uproar, as opposed to just waiting for your own to pipe up.

So, if you can win at limbo with clean floors and mashed potatoes, I’ll just sit tight and wait for my ribbon.

• 08/13/14