Well, more accurately, I await Micah.
To be totally honest, I await an opportunity to borrow Micah's new Swiss Army knife.
Not the whole knife- just the can opening attachment.
I'm making chili for lunch.
There are a few tins of beans to open.
My can opener died.
Once I had two can openers.
Then, during one of my purging sessions, I sent the spare to the Salvation Army.
All was well until the remaining can opener went to can opener heaven in a final explosive burst of glory.
Then I had none.
So, I picked up a cheap one at the gas station, or someplace.
Cheap, being the operative word.
It lasted about a week.
By the time I needed to open another can, Micah's birthday had come and gone, and we tried out the can opening attachment on his new pocket knife.
Now, however, every time I need to open a can I have to track the boy down and nicely ask if I can borrow it.
So... while I wait I stir the seasoned meat... and maybe stand outside to blow some fresh air through my onion and garlic fragranced Sunday clothes. (I forgot about that when I got dressed this morning)
And make more tea.