We were driving under the underpass while a bus stuffed to the gills swayed across the top like some drunken man on Romford Road in London. Boxes seemed to bust the seams with such helter skelter drama that the picture begged at least one suitcase lost. None fell but it got me to thinking. What if one fell. A box that is. So I started praying. For my husband who putts under that bridge on his bike a lot. A Lot. Within the week a box fell across his path missing him, by inches. Holy Spirit foresight to pray for that which God answered with a resounding breathtaking yes!
Mostly his bike is safe for short trips in town, he seldom gets over 25 miles an hour but after the kind gift of our car he now drives it on longer more dangerous trips. Sunday night I pray less, not a good thing. But he comes home less tired, less strung out from a epic journey across nameless dangers on his motorbike, a very good thing.
Yesterday I posted twice and removed both postings. I was a little shell shocked from a expat exiting sale. Think garage sale (boot sale, rubbish sale, Charity Sale) on steriods where everyone knows everyone else and the fractured bits of stuff being hauled off on people's bikes, scooters, rickshaws and cars are bits of broken dreams. My posts were written in a tad bit of anger so I took them off and desperate to pee ran to the bathroom where the tiles floor was wet from the shower. There is no rim around the shower, the shower is BETWEEN the toilet and the door in a narrow hall bathroom where (if you choose) you can use the toilet and shower simultaneously as there is no where to hang a curtain. Do not think this is a strange reality. Most bathrooms are pretty damp on the floor but I forgot and was running the full bladder dance, slipped, cut up my foot and wet my pants. I also achieved some impossible yoga move like "Mountain Pose Split". Aaah the woos of living abroad.
More seriously, along the lines of buses dropping death luggage was Hubster's run in with a live fan pumping out air and 220 plus voltage. I got a call that he was alive. I prayed more this Sunday. All is okay. He was repelled but it was a serious reminder of voltage danger.
Life seems more real, more immediate, more dangerous here. Kind of like the voltage which is a little higher. Kind of like the bathrooms which are not quite as convenient. I must say we enjoy how the unexpected seems to drop out of the sky, shock our socks off and make us laugh till we cry or........ wet our pants.
Mostly his bike is safe for short trips in town, he seldom gets over 25 miles an hour but after the kind gift of our car he now drives it on longer more dangerous trips. Sunday night I pray less, not a good thing. But he comes home less tired, less strung out from a epic journey across nameless dangers on his motorbike, a very good thing.
Yesterday I posted twice and removed both postings. I was a little shell shocked from a expat exiting sale. Think garage sale (boot sale, rubbish sale, Charity Sale) on steriods where everyone knows everyone else and the fractured bits of stuff being hauled off on people's bikes, scooters, rickshaws and cars are bits of broken dreams. My posts were written in a tad bit of anger so I took them off and desperate to pee ran to the bathroom where the tiles floor was wet from the shower. There is no rim around the shower, the shower is BETWEEN the toilet and the door in a narrow hall bathroom where (if you choose) you can use the toilet and shower simultaneously as there is no where to hang a curtain. Do not think this is a strange reality. Most bathrooms are pretty damp on the floor but I forgot and was running the full bladder dance, slipped, cut up my foot and wet my pants. I also achieved some impossible yoga move like "Mountain Pose Split". Aaah the woos of living abroad.
More seriously, along the lines of buses dropping death luggage was Hubster's run in with a live fan pumping out air and 220 plus voltage. I got a call that he was alive. I prayed more this Sunday. All is okay. He was repelled but it was a serious reminder of voltage danger.
Life seems more real, more immediate, more dangerous here. Kind of like the voltage which is a little higher. Kind of like the bathrooms which are not quite as convenient. I must say we enjoy how the unexpected seems to drop out of the sky, shock our socks off and make us laugh till we cry or........ wet our pants.
So well written. Scary to hear about the electrocution...glad your Hubby is alright. This crazy city! God help us. leaf
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