The Ticking Clock

It is Wednesday night.

Wednesday night is our City Council night.

This means that I won't see my husband until late. I never know what time. Sometimes as early at 9:00 and sometimes after 11:00.

I have learned that when a meeting should be really quick, that it will instead go at least until 10:30.

Even if a meeting goes quick, Nathan usually comes home wound up and he never sleeps well.

I have also found that the house makes a lot of noises that I never hear during the day...clocks ticking, the refrigerator running, creaks from kids walking to the bathroom.

This is the part of his job that I don't always like.

When we were still in our poor years he agonized over what to choose as his major. He was pre-med for a while, but his fifth Chemistry class killed any desire to continue. He tried out Computer Science but knew that he couldn't do that the rest of his life. He was going to settle on Political Science and then go on to law school, and then a miracle happened. A new program was started called Public Policy that had a Masters option. They accepted 12 students. Nathan read about it and knew that he was interested.

I'm glad that 90% of the time he is doing interesting things and feeling like he is making a difference in our community. The other 10% of the time I hope I can be a support and buoy him up.

I also am glad that he isn't a doctor or a lawyer, because I have a feeling that I would listen to the clock ticking a whole lot more.