We called our oldest brother Mr. Science when he wasn’t around. We being my second brother and me. My second brother being Hewhodangledoverdams or Hewhotrades. Whatever we didn’t know, our oldest brother taught us. Also (and this is an important distinction) whatever we knew, he had already taught us.
Anytime the world baffled me, I could go to this oldest brother for clarification knowing I would later walk away feeling reassured. If he didn’t know the answer, sometimes he made the answer up and sometimes he would remind me some things come to us after a little bit.
Now, he lives on the other side of the divide from me. We can reach each other anytime, but rarely need to. We don’t need to be in each other’s space to feel connected, but yesterday I thought of him. I’ve been waiting for a decision from an important decision-making-place. This place tells me that a decision will be reached in due time.
What this meant and where did the term come from was just the sort of thing to discuss with the oldest brother.
In due time?
My first attempt at googling the phrase got me this.
It’s a link to a hard rock album by the same name. Except the album used to be called something different. And except we should “note that some of these songs (from the original album) were not included in the official release of In Due Time, as they were replaced by other songs.”
I love when redundacy comes to me without any effort on my part. And I enjoyed, too, considering the artwork on this album. It features a clock with Roman numerals. The 9 appears as an 11.
Just as I started my second google search for in due time, I received an email from this oldest brother with photos from his last fishing trip. The title to the photo of him
sleeping fishing: He Who Waits.