I know the following is pre-return to Haiti material, but it was just too good not to share when I ran came across it in my computer files:
Hey, Baby, got a chicken bone?
Okay, so my life isn’t quite as exciting as it used to be in Haiti- no run-ins with policemen at 2 in the morning or breaking down in the Mothership (Toyota Land Cruiser). But, my summer in Kentucky has its own adventurous anecdotes.
After sitting on my backside for the past nine months reading thousands of pages and typing zillion page papers for grad school, I thought a little exercise would do me good. I started walking a three and a half mile route and much to my chagrin, I am the object of catcalls and horn honks every time I venture out. My sister says I get their attention because I’ve got “junk in my trunk”, since most of the attentions stems from local minorities who happen to appreciate women’s backsides. The other day a car was pulling out of a driveway as I was about to cross. The driver let me cross, then out his window said, “Baby, I don’t know why you’re doing that. You don’t need to walk.” I gave him a funny look, and then he drove off. Now, does that mean a) You don’t need to walk. I could give you a ride. b) Why don’t you ride the bus? It goes right by here. Or c) (my personal favorite) Baby, you’re body is so hot you don’t need to exercise!
Today I went to a plasma lab to try and sell some of the stuff running through my veins. I thought I could make enough cash to at least pay for gas this weekend when I go to visit Shannon. To be eligible, I had to pass a blood test and physical, pee in a cup and all that fun stuff. Unfortunately, my blood pressure was too low. It was only 87/53. It had to be at least 100 for me to donate. Apparently I haven’t done a good enough job clogging my arteries. Lessons to be learned: stop exercising, eat more chocolate and ice cream.
After having my plasma rejected, I stopped at Office Depot to send a fax. I locked my keys in my car a few weeks ago (one of those bright moments I had) and I needed to send a fax to my motor club to get a reimbursement. Getting out of the car I noticed a stick stuck in the crevice between the windshield and the hood of the car. I pulled it out and noticed something on the passenger side, too. I walked around the car and saw not a stick, but a chicken bone! Someone had eaten a spicy-barbequed chicken leg and somehow the bone ended up on my car! That’s never happened to me even in crazy-never-know-what’s-going-to-happen-next Haiti. Lessons to be learned: expect the unexpected and periodically check your car for chicken bones.
Those are my stories for now. I am having a great summer sleeping in until 10 everyday and lazily reading or sitting by the pool. Not working regularly does make the money issue a bit difficult, but I’m learning to trust God for EVERYTHING and just enjoy where I am at the moment. Life really is good when you’re content with where you are.
Life is a wonderful adventure!
