Literally On My Face
Well, I've never been any good walking....so I guess I should just invest in a mobility scooter now. My face....well, here's the story to my face.
I was running for the bus and tripped over the uneven sidewalk! Since I was holding both Abby and Ben by the hand....I couldn't catch myself...and well....Literally fell on my face. I hit once and then raised up slightly or maybe it was just my head bouncing back up....then my back pack whacked me on the back of the head...slamming my face back down. I saw stars....yes...a bright flash of light...no, my life didn't flash before my eyes...but I do remember thinking..."this is going to hurt".
People in London very rarely stop and ask if you're o.k....or even acknowledge that something strange has happened. I'm guilty of acting this way myself. I see people drunk at 10:00 a.m. and think nothing of it. I see people throwing up on the side of the road....I just keep walking. I see a man freaking out about people stealing from him....now, he's like a landmark I like to point out when I pass him on the streets. I remember the first time I heard that the tube schedule had been disrupted because "someone was under the train". I freaked out! Now, I have heard it so many times I only think...."am I going to be affected by this?"Last night....my fall was so bad (I guess) that people stopped to make sure I was o.k. Wow.... :-) I'm special.
It was strange. I knew people were around me so I just wouldn't let myself scream in pain....because that's what I wanted to do. So with tears running down my face, I could only breath and hope that I wouldn't make a bigger fool of myself. hahahaha Since I landed on my face.....I rolled over to my left side and stayed like that for, what seemed like ages. I remember having my right leg up slightly and my right arm up in the air....I don't know why.....but I thought "I must look like road kill".
Skip was trying to get me to stand and everyone else wanted me to stay on the ground. I kept thinking...the bus...the bus...must catch the bus! Finally, I got up...said a brief thank you to the people who were concerned....and started walking to the bus stop.
During the whole time the bus had not yet arrived. So, I'm thinking we can make it....well....to add insult to injury....the bus didn't stop but kept going! :-( Other people were even trying to wave the bus down....We ended up walking home. Yes, I walked about a half mile home.I have a banged up knee...you've seen my face...and my hair clip broke....but my jeans didn't rip! I have decided that I don't have to wear makeup because the left side of my face makes the right side look great. Oh, the other good thing...my crows feet around my left eye....completely gone!
As I finish the rest of the story, a month later....I still have a black eye and a knot on my head. But I've survived so far. I think I'll live!
A Skeptic Becomes A Believer
My favorite city in the world is London but my favorite all around place is Scotland. I fell in love with Scotland back in the early 90's when I traveled to a friend's wedding. I was overwhelmed with the land and the people. I never could put into words how the beauty of the country touched me.
My goal and dream was to visit Scotland while we lived in London. I wanted Skip and the kids to experience what I loved and tried to relate to them. I would go on and on about the mountains and how rough and rocky they are but then there will be a beautiful little waterfall flowing from nowhere, down the side of the mountain. When turning every corner I would wait because I knew something even more beautiful was there, waiting to pop out and take my breath away.
Skip has always loved Denmark and I completely understand why. That is where part of his family comes from! I think Denmark is a lovely place and I would never take anything away from the country or the people. I just tried to explain the differences to him.
Skip was excited about traveling but wasn't impressed as we set out on our journey. I kept telling him to wait until we actually left London to see the view change! hahahaha
I knew the moment when Skip realized we were in The Highlands of Scotland. I don't think he could stop saying Oh My Goodness! He was in awe the entire trip through the country. In fact, I thought we would never make it home because we HAD to stop every 5 miles for him to take a picture!
I think Skip has been converted. He is a true believer that there is just no way to describe Scotland or how beautiful it is.
I highly recommend Scotland! With all the packing and this last minute note, I don't have time to post pictures....but believe me...I will the moment I'm able!
Edinburgh And The Loch's
We arrived in Edinburgh very late so we got our first view the next morning. The city is wonderfully built on rolling hills. The feeling of history and old world charm just overtake the streets. So, we couldn't wait to get to Edinburgh Castle to start our day!
I parked our rental car in a car park and then we all made our way up and out onto the street. We were passing by a construction site when all of a sudden I heard Benjamin screaming and crying! I ran back to him and found him curled up holding his arm. I thought....NO, not a broken arm!!!!
Through his tears and with Abby's help, Ben told me that he was walking on a little ledge, slipped and fell.
NOW, I saw the line on his cheek where he hit....and saw the bruise! After my horrible experience....I knew the pain he was in. Some of the construction workers came over and were talking to us, making sure Ben was o.k. The workers were so concerned which was sad because....we could barely understand them!
We ended up walking to a Burger King and asking for a cup of ice! Ben held a cup over his face throughout the day.....lovely!
In the excitement, Christian kicked off a shoe. That normally doesn't bother me...except....it was a little chilly and I thought "What do people think about us? I have a black eye, Ben has a black cheek and Christian has one shoe!" We are just falling apart!" I was tempted to make Skip and Abby just fall down so we could get them out of the way!
We had a great time, even through the pain. The kids got a picture with a bagpiper and a person dressed as William Wallace! There was even a wedding going on at the castle chapel and it was fun to see the 2 year old boy wearing a kilt....even if he didn't want to keep it down! hahahaha
Later that day we drove to Inverness and spent the night. We rose early the next morning on our quest to find the Loch Ness monster! No, sadly.......we saw no monster.....but we did see the wonderful view and explored the castle, right on the shore line. Interestingly, there was a wedding there as well......
I looked at Skip and said...."Why didn't we get married in a castle?" hahahaha
Wrapping Up
I have come to look so fondly on this city. I never thought I could live in a large city like this but I have come to love it like an old friend. There are sights and sounds that I just drink in every day because in my mind, I don't know when I'll ever have the wonderful chance to come back.
The buses are such a familiar sight. Each bus driver is a little different, some I firmly believe enjoy terrorizing people on the ride and others are so kind and patient. There is the excitement when the bus finally arrives and you are so tired. Then fear, when the bus is crowded and you just barely make it on! Such relief for you, while you experience sadness....watching that person running their hardest but arriving seconds after the bus doors have closed.
Tube rides are the best. I remember a comedian talking about waiting for the tube, how everyone tries to guess just where the train will stop so they can get on first. But since you never know....it's a gamble....and you either try to stand by someone who "looks like they take this train EVERY day"....or you try to be different and forge your own path. Sometimes you hit the mark and other times you have to scoot to the next door. Either way....it's a surprise, a gamble of sorts.
London has a different feel to it. There is that small town feel in areas. The local store owners know us. The lady at the Chinese food restaurant knows what we want to order (sad...but true). Ladies from "Bounce and Rhyme" (where I take Christian) know us and wave to us on the street. Yet, there is that large city feel....knowing that you are just another face in the crowd and you can enjoy being lost in a moment or talking to yourself and you don't have to worry. You know the odds of running into that person who sees you and thinks you need medication, is very slim.
The history, the modern art, the people are all so different and wonderful. Yes, bad things happen. But there are those moments that have touched me. People have stopped to help me with the stroller so many times. I have asked directions and questions and ended up having wonderful conversations. Then of course, there was the young lady, probably in her 20's....I wish I could thank her. She was on the tube and I was getting on, just days after my fall. She took one look at me and offered me her seat. I thought it was so sweet...until Skip reminded me that people give their seats up to "old" people. hahahahahahaha
If I never pass this way again, at least I can close my eyes and know that overall, I had the best experience ever. I will truly miss the places, the people and this city....which is London.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
EVERY DAY
THE BUS RACE
The videos had to be returned and so at 7:00 p.m. I headed out the door to catch the bus. The night wasn't bad just a little chilly AND since I was actually by myself I decided to grab a mocha as I made my way to Blockbusters. That was my first mistake. I don't think I've learned that I just can't have that much caffeine late at night. However, it was great while it lasted!
There is no greater feeling than coming to the bus stop and having the bus pull up! It's like you have the greatest sense of timing in the world! On the other hand, there can be no greater let down (among common happenings) as watching the bus pass by before you can start running to the bus stop...which is a clear indication that you don't have perfect timing! It's like you've missed the last bus in the world. There is no hope! You will have to wait another 8-10 minutes before the next bus comes!
Well, on my big night out....I walked out of the video store and looked across the green (park) and there was my bus. Yes, passengers were loading. I had a bit of a sinking feeling because I knew there was no way....even if I could fly, that I would be able to make it in time. I didn't even attempt the challenge. So I thought, I'll walk over to the bus stop and see if I can see another bus coming.
I reached the bus stop and nothing, no E1 bus. I thought it would be better to walk to the next bus stop than sitting around doing nothing, so off I went. As I approached the next bus stop I didn't see a bus so I went on. When I reached the NEXT bus stop still no sight of any bus! Then finally, a bus coming the opposite direction! It would take the bus about 10 minutes to go around the route and get back to me so the race was on! The question.....how far would I be able to go before the bus caught up with me?
Since I had coffee in my hand I didn't run....but I found I picked up my pace a bit. There was no big rush, I mean it's not like the bus driver knew he was in a race! If he had made that realization he would have driven like a mad man! hahahahaha
Now, my second mistake came as I heard footsteps behind me. People are always rushing every where and I try not to get caught up in the hustle. But I let the footsteps get to me! A man passed me, almost running. I didn't let it bother me. However, when the lady that was behind me started to pass.....I got a bit of road rage! hahahahaha I picked up my pace and was matching her stride. (It was hard because she was taller, with longer legs!) Then she started walking faster.....I know....I should have let it go....but you have to entertain yourself as you walk! :-) As we both crossed the street...I used this as an excuse to run....then she ran......we got to the corner at the same time....it was going to be close....but then she turned. Thankfully. I was about ready to throw down my cup and just flat out run!
The bus I was racing finally caught up with me just around the corner to my house. Yes, if I would have waited at the bus stop I would have gotten home about 2 minutes earlier but I wouldn't have had the joy of racing AND seeing a cucumber on the sidewalk! hahahahaha I know, strange but true. Someone went to the grocery store and lost things on the way home. I thought about picking it up....(it was wrapped in plastic) but I didn't, just in case the person was retracing their steps to find their salad "fixings".
EDUCATION
Last week the kids and I went to the British Museum. Our goal was to see the MUMMIES and the Rosetta Stone. For some reason the Rosetta Stone really intrigued Ben and he really studied it. The mummies were a little bit gross to the kids because they really understood that these had once been breathing people. But we still looked at everything!
The biggest question came when we saw that there were animal mummies. Why......why would they want to have a cat as a mummy? I tried my best to explain.
With the kids, there is only so much that they can care about during a visit. When we passed by the Greek and Roman vases, they sighed. When we pasted by all kinds of rare and early coins, they complained their feet hurt. This went on and on. I finally got the hint and we just sat down. This wasn't a good idea either. Now, they were hungry!
On the ground floor there is a little place to get snacks, so the kids enjoyed chocolate cake and a drink. I started asking questions. "What was your favorite part?" Abby quickly said "the mummies!" Of course, she really remembered the gross bits. I turned to Ben, "What was your favorite part?" With a mouthful of chocolate cake he said, "the restaurant!" I started laughing but Abby quickly scolded Ben by saying..."This, is NOT a restaurant! THIS is a cafe!"
QUESTIONS
People have asked me how the kids are doing, how they have adjusted. I would say they have adjusted even better than I expected. They say "chips" instead of "french fries" and "trousers" instead of "pants". Abby works on a little British accent and Ben couldn't care less!
Ben loves going on public transport. He loves the trains, tubes and buses. He even has some stops memorized...like what line this tube stop is on...or that one. What buses stop at certain points. I very rarely get lost with him. He has a great sense of direction! Walking with Ben is seeing things in a whole new light. Everything is amazing to him. Every ride is not quite like the one before and every building is wonderful. The only thing he really complains about is not being able to take the bus 4 blocks down the road to the grocery store! The other complaint is about the sidewalks. (In the States the sidewalks are smoother and level. Here.....if you don't watch it you'll trip and fall!)
To watch Abby you would think she has lived here all her life! She weaves in and out of traffic and people like a pro. She is so fun to watch, very much like a city person! When we get on the tube or the train, she looks like everyone else. She gets a seat and falls asleep! It's great! She said that the movement makes her sleepy. It's true, the movement does make you sleepy and she feels comfortable enough to just sleep. The wonderful thing about her...she just pops up when our stop arrives! She doesn't mind walking either. She is such a trooper! She would rather walk than take the bus. She says it's just healthier. That always makes me smile. I think she says that because she knows how much Ben doesn't like to walk!
Christian is walking now. He gets better and better every day! He has grown and changed so much since Abby and Ben arrived. I know they have really encouraged his growth. They show him how to do all sorts of things! Some....like jumping on things....I wish they never did, much less show their baby brother! But they really get excited when Christian does almost anything!
Personally, I was really thrilled when Christian drank through a straw! Now, I don't have to carry as many cups with me! Just a little bit more freedom for me....and a huge milestone for him. Christian can say several words and we attempt to teach him more every day! He is such a clown though! Always making us laugh!
TOMORROW
As I write this, I realize that these experiences might be short lived. We don't know yet how much longer we will be staying and about Skip's job. But I do know Who holds all things and is in ultimate control. Yes, there are times when I allow fear to creep in; however, I am holding firm to what I believe God has spoken to me. Either way, there is nothing I can do....and if I could it would probably be the wrong thing anyway! :-)
The videos had to be returned and so at 7:00 p.m. I headed out the door to catch the bus. The night wasn't bad just a little chilly AND since I was actually by myself I decided to grab a mocha as I made my way to Blockbusters. That was my first mistake. I don't think I've learned that I just can't have that much caffeine late at night. However, it was great while it lasted!
There is no greater feeling than coming to the bus stop and having the bus pull up! It's like you have the greatest sense of timing in the world! On the other hand, there can be no greater let down (among common happenings) as watching the bus pass by before you can start running to the bus stop...which is a clear indication that you don't have perfect timing! It's like you've missed the last bus in the world. There is no hope! You will have to wait another 8-10 minutes before the next bus comes!
Well, on my big night out....I walked out of the video store and looked across the green (park) and there was my bus. Yes, passengers were loading. I had a bit of a sinking feeling because I knew there was no way....even if I could fly, that I would be able to make it in time. I didn't even attempt the challenge. So I thought, I'll walk over to the bus stop and see if I can see another bus coming.
I reached the bus stop and nothing, no E1 bus. I thought it would be better to walk to the next bus stop than sitting around doing nothing, so off I went. As I approached the next bus stop I didn't see a bus so I went on. When I reached the NEXT bus stop still no sight of any bus! Then finally, a bus coming the opposite direction! It would take the bus about 10 minutes to go around the route and get back to me so the race was on! The question.....how far would I be able to go before the bus caught up with me?
Since I had coffee in my hand I didn't run....but I found I picked up my pace a bit. There was no big rush, I mean it's not like the bus driver knew he was in a race! If he had made that realization he would have driven like a mad man! hahahahaha
Now, my second mistake came as I heard footsteps behind me. People are always rushing every where and I try not to get caught up in the hustle. But I let the footsteps get to me! A man passed me, almost running. I didn't let it bother me. However, when the lady that was behind me started to pass.....I got a bit of road rage! hahahahaha I picked up my pace and was matching her stride. (It was hard because she was taller, with longer legs!) Then she started walking faster.....I know....I should have let it go....but you have to entertain yourself as you walk! :-) As we both crossed the street...I used this as an excuse to run....then she ran......we got to the corner at the same time....it was going to be close....but then she turned. Thankfully. I was about ready to throw down my cup and just flat out run!
The bus I was racing finally caught up with me just around the corner to my house. Yes, if I would have waited at the bus stop I would have gotten home about 2 minutes earlier but I wouldn't have had the joy of racing AND seeing a cucumber on the sidewalk! hahahahaha I know, strange but true. Someone went to the grocery store and lost things on the way home. I thought about picking it up....(it was wrapped in plastic) but I didn't, just in case the person was retracing their steps to find their salad "fixings".
EDUCATION
Last week the kids and I went to the British Museum. Our goal was to see the MUMMIES and the Rosetta Stone. For some reason the Rosetta Stone really intrigued Ben and he really studied it. The mummies were a little bit gross to the kids because they really understood that these had once been breathing people. But we still looked at everything!
The biggest question came when we saw that there were animal mummies. Why......why would they want to have a cat as a mummy? I tried my best to explain.
With the kids, there is only so much that they can care about during a visit. When we passed by the Greek and Roman vases, they sighed. When we pasted by all kinds of rare and early coins, they complained their feet hurt. This went on and on. I finally got the hint and we just sat down. This wasn't a good idea either. Now, they were hungry!
On the ground floor there is a little place to get snacks, so the kids enjoyed chocolate cake and a drink. I started asking questions. "What was your favorite part?" Abby quickly said "the mummies!" Of course, she really remembered the gross bits. I turned to Ben, "What was your favorite part?" With a mouthful of chocolate cake he said, "the restaurant!" I started laughing but Abby quickly scolded Ben by saying..."This, is NOT a restaurant! THIS is a cafe!"
QUESTIONS
People have asked me how the kids are doing, how they have adjusted. I would say they have adjusted even better than I expected. They say "chips" instead of "french fries" and "trousers" instead of "pants". Abby works on a little British accent and Ben couldn't care less!
Ben loves going on public transport. He loves the trains, tubes and buses. He even has some stops memorized...like what line this tube stop is on...or that one. What buses stop at certain points. I very rarely get lost with him. He has a great sense of direction! Walking with Ben is seeing things in a whole new light. Everything is amazing to him. Every ride is not quite like the one before and every building is wonderful. The only thing he really complains about is not being able to take the bus 4 blocks down the road to the grocery store! The other complaint is about the sidewalks. (In the States the sidewalks are smoother and level. Here.....if you don't watch it you'll trip and fall!)
To watch Abby you would think she has lived here all her life! She weaves in and out of traffic and people like a pro. She is so fun to watch, very much like a city person! When we get on the tube or the train, she looks like everyone else. She gets a seat and falls asleep! It's great! She said that the movement makes her sleepy. It's true, the movement does make you sleepy and she feels comfortable enough to just sleep. The wonderful thing about her...she just pops up when our stop arrives! She doesn't mind walking either. She is such a trooper! She would rather walk than take the bus. She says it's just healthier. That always makes me smile. I think she says that because she knows how much Ben doesn't like to walk!
Christian is walking now. He gets better and better every day! He has grown and changed so much since Abby and Ben arrived. I know they have really encouraged his growth. They show him how to do all sorts of things! Some....like jumping on things....I wish they never did, much less show their baby brother! But they really get excited when Christian does almost anything!
Personally, I was really thrilled when Christian drank through a straw! Now, I don't have to carry as many cups with me! Just a little bit more freedom for me....and a huge milestone for him. Christian can say several words and we attempt to teach him more every day! He is such a clown though! Always making us laugh!
TOMORROW
As I write this, I realize that these experiences might be short lived. We don't know yet how much longer we will be staying and about Skip's job. But I do know Who holds all things and is in ultimate control. Yes, there are times when I allow fear to creep in; however, I am holding firm to what I believe God has spoken to me. Either way, there is nothing I can do....and if I could it would probably be the wrong thing anyway! :-)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
A School Day In London
The Science Museum
Having the opportunity to homeschool in London is an adventure! Since the museums do not charge an admission fee, taking a field trip is so inexpensive!
Abby and Ben love science and they were so excited to visit the Science Museum. We had a wonderful time and they practically ran from display to display! Of all the items in the museum, the big hit was......"How does the toilet work"....of course! Even when the kids were relating the day to Skip, the toilet was the first thing out of their mouths! The second thing they remembered was the information about astronauts wearing "nappies" or diapers! Yes, out of years of inventions and great discoveries the only really important ones relate to going to the toilet!
The whole thing reminded me of my older sister, Tina. *She'll understand completely...and one day I'll write about how horrible she was to me when we were growing up...I, of course, was so sweet and gentle.....*
Remembering Jacob
Next we did a quick tour of some important sights around town. We looked over the river Thames, admired the London Eye, glanced at St. Paul's, saw the Horse Guard...and then moved on to the exciting places.
Now let me give some background information. From 1991-1996 I lived here in England. During this time, I and the family visited London a number of times. Even though Jacob was very young, he would get so excited and always seemed to enjoy the adventure.
One summer, I think it was in 1994 there was a horrible heatwave in Europe. To take our minds off the heat, we took a day trip to London to do some sightseeing. We ended up at Trafalgar Square because there are beautiful fountains and it just seemed cooler. Plus, this was when you could still feed the pigeons and not be fined! So, it was fun...and free!
When we arrived, we noticed that almost everyone was wading in the fountains, so we decided to cool Jacob off and climb in. The sides of the fountains slant a little but not noticeably. When I put Jacob in, we both thought he was on a level surface and he slipped. Jacob was totally submersed and I was in panic mode! After Jacob was pulled from the waters of death, Trafalgar Square has always been known as "The Place Jacob Almost Drown". I know, it's dramatic....but soon the world will know Trafalgar Square by that name alone!
So, during this current visit to Trafalgar Square, I had to show Abby and Ben where their brother "almost drown"....and they began to peer into the water to see if they tell the exact place Jacob slipped. What a touching tribute.........
Four O'clock And Time To Go Home!
After our moment of silence to remember Jacob's close encounter, we walked down to see the clock tower. Along the way we were excited to hear Big Ben strike, letting us know it was 4:00 p.m. We only took a moment to stop and take pictures because we didn't want to get stuck in "rush hour" traffic on the trains. Plus, my groceries were being delivered at 6:00 p.m!
On the ride back to the station closest to our house, Ben informed me of every station coming up and how many stops we had to go. I thought to myself, I'm so glad he's very observant. I know when I travel with Ben I won't miss my stop!
Abby and Ben love science and they were so excited to visit the Science Museum. We had a wonderful time and they practically ran from display to display! Of all the items in the museum, the big hit was......"How does the toilet work"....of course! Even when the kids were relating the day to Skip, the toilet was the first thing out of their mouths! The second thing they remembered was the information about astronauts wearing "nappies" or diapers! Yes, out of years of inventions and great discoveries the only really important ones relate to going to the toilet!
The whole thing reminded me of my older sister, Tina. *She'll understand completely...and one day I'll write about how horrible she was to me when we were growing up...I, of course, was so sweet and gentle.....*
Remembering Jacob
Next we did a quick tour of some important sights around town. We looked over the river Thames, admired the London Eye, glanced at St. Paul's, saw the Horse Guard...and then moved on to the exciting places.
Now let me give some background information. From 1991-1996 I lived here in England. During this time, I and the family visited London a number of times. Even though Jacob was very young, he would get so excited and always seemed to enjoy the adventure.
One summer, I think it was in 1994 there was a horrible heatwave in Europe. To take our minds off the heat, we took a day trip to London to do some sightseeing. We ended up at Trafalgar Square because there are beautiful fountains and it just seemed cooler. Plus, this was when you could still feed the pigeons and not be fined! So, it was fun...and free!
When we arrived, we noticed that almost everyone was wading in the fountains, so we decided to cool Jacob off and climb in. The sides of the fountains slant a little but not noticeably. When I put Jacob in, we both thought he was on a level surface and he slipped. Jacob was totally submersed and I was in panic mode! After Jacob was pulled from the waters of death, Trafalgar Square has always been known as "The Place Jacob Almost Drown". I know, it's dramatic....but soon the world will know Trafalgar Square by that name alone!
So, during this current visit to Trafalgar Square, I had to show Abby and Ben where their brother "almost drown"....and they began to peer into the water to see if they tell the exact place Jacob slipped. What a touching tribute.........
Four O'clock And Time To Go Home!
After our moment of silence to remember Jacob's close encounter, we walked down to see the clock tower. Along the way we were excited to hear Big Ben strike, letting us know it was 4:00 p.m. We only took a moment to stop and take pictures because we didn't want to get stuck in "rush hour" traffic on the trains. Plus, my groceries were being delivered at 6:00 p.m!
On the ride back to the station closest to our house, Ben informed me of every station coming up and how many stops we had to go. I thought to myself, I'm so glad he's very observant. I know when I travel with Ben I won't miss my stop!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
A Typical Day
Wedding Day
This last Saturday was pretty typical in our lives and on our street. We woke up, Skip had a cup of coffee and I had a cup of tea. (I know, how British! hahaha) While I was pouring the water for my tea, I started hearing a banging noise. Skip thought it was the washing machine but that wasn't going. It had been very cold during the night so I started wondering about the pipes or the water heater. I quickly turned off the water only to find that the "banging" was now a "booming" and getting louder.
You know when you think you smell smoke, so you walk around sniffing the air, almost hyperventilating because you KNOW there's something wrong? Well, that was me walking around listening to every wall! Then I realized the noise was coming from outside. Recently, men have been working across the street, cutting down trees and also doing road work. I assumed that this was the "booming" I was hearing. I go to the front door and was so shocked!
There is an Hindu Temple across the street and down a few houses from our house. Someone was getting married! It was the neatest thing I've ever seen, while standing at the front door, in my robe with a cup of tea in my hand! There were men beating drums, leading women who were clapping, singing and shouting. They were followed by the groom dressed in white and gold clothes, riding a white horse. When they arrived at the front of the temple the procession stopped and the ladies started doing this high pitched yell....I can't write how it sounds.....but it might go something like "Ieiiiiyyyeeeee... ieeiiiiyyyyhhhh". (I know.......that was just stupid.)
The whole thing reminded me of Revelation and how Christ will come back riding a white horse. It also reminded me of the joy of the arrival of the groom in the Jewish wedding, especially in the Bible. I have no idea what it means in the Hindu culture but it really made me think about what I might be doing when Christ comes back. I just hope I'm dressed in something besides my robe and I don't mistake the whole thing for my water heater!
I would never see this on the streets of Tyler, Texas. How cool.
Oliver Twist
Just up the street from my house a couple of trees have been removed. Yes, I already said that but I wanted to repeat it just in case you didn't listen the first time. hahahaha Now, I can see the house across the street. Skip loves to look at this old house but I think it's kinda sad and depressing. Of course, in the dark cold nights of November anything will look sad and depressing....also a little bit spooky. (I know, I write a lot about that.....but it's true....these old buildings look creepy at night.)
One evening I realized why I don't like to look at the old house. I had recently watched Oliver Twist...the OLD black and white version....not the happy musical....and the house reminds me of some horrible place orphans would live. I don't see many lights on there....so I think the poor little children are put to bed early. I'm not sure, but at night I think I hear their faint sad songs. I probably should raise money for them.....I must think of a name for my foundation.
This last Saturday was pretty typical in our lives and on our street. We woke up, Skip had a cup of coffee and I had a cup of tea. (I know, how British! hahaha) While I was pouring the water for my tea, I started hearing a banging noise. Skip thought it was the washing machine but that wasn't going. It had been very cold during the night so I started wondering about the pipes or the water heater. I quickly turned off the water only to find that the "banging" was now a "booming" and getting louder.
You know when you think you smell smoke, so you walk around sniffing the air, almost hyperventilating because you KNOW there's something wrong? Well, that was me walking around listening to every wall! Then I realized the noise was coming from outside. Recently, men have been working across the street, cutting down trees and also doing road work. I assumed that this was the "booming" I was hearing. I go to the front door and was so shocked!
There is an Hindu Temple across the street and down a few houses from our house. Someone was getting married! It was the neatest thing I've ever seen, while standing at the front door, in my robe with a cup of tea in my hand! There were men beating drums, leading women who were clapping, singing and shouting. They were followed by the groom dressed in white and gold clothes, riding a white horse. When they arrived at the front of the temple the procession stopped and the ladies started doing this high pitched yell....I can't write how it sounds.....but it might go something like "Ieiiiiyyyeeeee... ieeiiiiyyyyhhhh". (I know.......that was just stupid.)
The whole thing reminded me of Revelation and how Christ will come back riding a white horse. It also reminded me of the joy of the arrival of the groom in the Jewish wedding, especially in the Bible. I have no idea what it means in the Hindu culture but it really made me think about what I might be doing when Christ comes back. I just hope I'm dressed in something besides my robe and I don't mistake the whole thing for my water heater!I would never see this on the streets of Tyler, Texas. How cool.
Oliver Twist
Just up the street from my house a couple of trees have been removed. Yes, I already said that but I wanted to repeat it just in case you didn't listen the first time. hahahaha Now, I can see the house across the street. Skip loves to look at this old house but I think it's kinda sad and depressing. Of course, in the dark cold nights of November anything will look sad and depressing....also a little bit spooky. (I know, I write a lot about that.....but it's true....these old buildings look creepy at night.)
One evening I realized why I don't like to look at the old house. I had recently watched Oliver Twist...the OLD black and white version....not the happy musical....and the house reminds me of some horrible place orphans would live. I don't see many lights on there....so I think the poor little children are put to bed early. I'm not sure, but at night I think I hear their faint sad songs. I probably should raise money for them.....I must think of a name for my foundation.
Skip tells me that if I would just walk around the corner, I would see that this building is being renovated for apartments...."flats". I just don't have the heart to walk around the corner.....plus, my story is much better. Yes, I'm ready for Abby and Ben to come home because I have too much time on my hands! AND no, I'm not on medication......hahahahahahahahaha
1975 Was A Good Year
When we moved, we didn't bring a lot of electrical appliances. The voltage is different and it would have added to the weight of our shipment. With no military community, I don't know a lot of people who are moving and trying to get rid of things! So, I get things off of FreeCycle or from the kindness of friends. What we can't get, we have decided not to buy since we won't be here for very long. So, I don't have a microwave, toaster, CD player, blender, mixer.....you know, things you really can live without.
For the longest time, I didn't have a vacuum cleaner. We do have carpet and so I took to sweeping the carpet, which doesn't work too well and when I have the time I took packing tape and pulled up lint off the carpet! I know, how sad! I should have enlisted one of those children from the spooky house across the street to come in and clean!
I sent out a request on FreeCycle for a working vacuum. A very nice lady rang me up and told me she had an older vacuum I could have. I was thrilled! She didn't tell me a lot about the vacuum and I didn't really care....it worked and it was free so that was enough for me. My friend, Tara agreed to pick it up for me and she brought it to my house.
When I saw the vacuum, Tara and I both laughed! This is a WONDERFUL 1975 gold-ish Electrolux vacuum AND IT STILL WORKS! The lady even kept the original instructions and a spare filter! Of course I'm going to keep it and use it....but some day...when I start my own museum, I know what my first piece will be!
Update On Mary Poppins
It has been determined that Mary Poppins did not accidentally step in front of the London bus. It seems that she was pushed.......by the Supernanny!!!! Police are seeking Supernanny for questioning. If you see Supernanny please do not try to approach her as she is armed!
Mary Poppins is recovering in hospital.
OREO
Life in general is slower paced for me right now and very good! I have settled in and love the area that we call home. Christian is just growing and showing so much personality. All the great stuff is from me.....his little temper is of course.....not mine at all......hahahahahahahaha With time to spend focused on Christian, I get to treasure little moments.
The first time I gave him his very own Oreo cookie to hold I didn't have to wonder if he liked it!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Things I Miss, Things I Love
Since this is my first time living overseas and not having a BX or commissary to utilize, there are some things I have come to miss. Some things I just took for granted and other things I think are here I just don't know the right name! As time goes on, I'm sure that I will add to my list but here are just a few to start me out.
Things I Miss
1. Pickle Relish - yes, simple I know but I can't find any here. There are tons of different relishes but not just plain ole' pickle relish to put on a hot dog.
2. Frito's - don't eat them all the time but it's hard to have Frito Pie without the Frito's! I tried to explain what Frito's were to my friend Tara. It's hard to do with out a picture. She said they sounded gross, so I don't think I did a very good job of describing them.
3. Christian Radio - thankfully, I have Internet and cable television but it's not the same as hearing the radio anywhere you want to.
4. Regular forced air heating - my radiators take up way tooo much wall space.
5. A big trash can - where we live we don't get a big trash bin. :-( We're not allowed to have one.
6. Being able to order Pizza Hut and understand what I'm being asked. It's not just that the person on the other end doesn't speak English well, it's that they call things by different names here...so I'm never sure what I'm getting.
7. Chips-Ahoy Cookies - not that I want one to eat, I just want to look at the package. You know regular American products.
8. White eggs
9. Really yellow cheese - yes, they have yellow cheese but it's very light and isn't as strong as ours.
10. Wal-mart - just in general.
11. Thanksgiving decorations - yes, it's an American holiday but there is nothing for "Fall"! There has to be something between summer and Christmas!
12. Americanized egg rolls
13. Seeing American flags
14. Country Radio - I didn't listened to it a lot but you miss what you don't have!
15. Being able to understand almost anyone around you, at almost any time! I listened and counted 5 different languages in about 15 minutes on Saturday. (Russian, French, German, Polish and something that I don't know where the people were from.)
16. Christian book stores - I do know where one is located, just haven't been there yet.
17. My friends and family.
18. Most of all....my kids!
Things I Like About England
1. Shopping for my groceries on-line and having them delivered to my door! What a God-send!
2. The television stations you can get without cable! (Yes, you have to pay for the television license....but overall, it's worth it!)
3. Having Indian food whenever I want!
4. Children's charity shops - where I can get wonderful things and not spend a lot of money!
5. Tiny little cartons of milk! They are soooo cute!
6. Primark - in some ways...better than Wal-mart as far as clothes go!
7. The Tube - "Mind the gap".....hahahahahahahaha
8. Our church - Haven Green Baptist Church...it's a nice size and very focused on relationships with each other and God.
9. Having sooo many things delivered to your door! Ordering from the store down the street or on-line and then having same or next day delivery is great!
10. My new friends.
11. Oooo...this new thing called Street Car. You pay a membership and can use cars or vans all around the city. So, if we ever really do need a car...we don't have to worry!
12. So many things to see and do.
13. All the places to have coffee or tea!
14. Seeing other people walking around or catching a bus and not feeling weird!
15. Learning new words and meanings - always makes life interesting.
16. The things you see on the city streets - from street performers to washing machines, it's all fun!
17. The theatre - we're going to see "Spamalot" in December!
Things I Miss
1. Pickle Relish - yes, simple I know but I can't find any here. There are tons of different relishes but not just plain ole' pickle relish to put on a hot dog.
2. Frito's - don't eat them all the time but it's hard to have Frito Pie without the Frito's! I tried to explain what Frito's were to my friend Tara. It's hard to do with out a picture. She said they sounded gross, so I don't think I did a very good job of describing them.
3. Christian Radio - thankfully, I have Internet and cable television but it's not the same as hearing the radio anywhere you want to.
4. Regular forced air heating - my radiators take up way tooo much wall space.
5. A big trash can - where we live we don't get a big trash bin. :-( We're not allowed to have one.
6. Being able to order Pizza Hut and understand what I'm being asked. It's not just that the person on the other end doesn't speak English well, it's that they call things by different names here...so I'm never sure what I'm getting.
7. Chips-Ahoy Cookies - not that I want one to eat, I just want to look at the package. You know regular American products.
8. White eggs
9. Really yellow cheese - yes, they have yellow cheese but it's very light and isn't as strong as ours.
10. Wal-mart - just in general.
11. Thanksgiving decorations - yes, it's an American holiday but there is nothing for "Fall"! There has to be something between summer and Christmas!
12. Americanized egg rolls
13. Seeing American flags
14. Country Radio - I didn't listened to it a lot but you miss what you don't have!
15. Being able to understand almost anyone around you, at almost any time! I listened and counted 5 different languages in about 15 minutes on Saturday. (Russian, French, German, Polish and something that I don't know where the people were from.)
16. Christian book stores - I do know where one is located, just haven't been there yet.
17. My friends and family.
18. Most of all....my kids!
Things I Like About England
1. Shopping for my groceries on-line and having them delivered to my door! What a God-send!
2. The television stations you can get without cable! (Yes, you have to pay for the television license....but overall, it's worth it!)
3. Having Indian food whenever I want!
4. Children's charity shops - where I can get wonderful things and not spend a lot of money!
5. Tiny little cartons of milk! They are soooo cute!
6. Primark - in some ways...better than Wal-mart as far as clothes go!
7. The Tube - "Mind the gap".....hahahahahahahaha
8. Our church - Haven Green Baptist Church...it's a nice size and very focused on relationships with each other and God.
9. Having sooo many things delivered to your door! Ordering from the store down the street or on-line and then having same or next day delivery is great!
10. My new friends.
11. Oooo...this new thing called Street Car. You pay a membership and can use cars or vans all around the city. So, if we ever really do need a car...we don't have to worry!
12. So many things to see and do.
13. All the places to have coffee or tea!
14. Seeing other people walking around or catching a bus and not feeling weird!
15. Learning new words and meanings - always makes life interesting.
16. The things you see on the city streets - from street performers to washing machines, it's all fun!
17. The theatre - we're going to see "Spamalot" in December!
Monday, October 20, 2008
People That I Meet
Walking everywhere has given me the opportunity to encounter local characters. When I don't see them at their usual stations I miss them. When I do see them, I feel like everything is right with the world. Strange how little things make a place seem like "home".
One thing I have noticed about this area, people seem to talk to themselves a lot! No, they aren't on a cell phone, they are truly talking to themselves. I saw one such man today. Going to a doctor's appointment, I passed a man that was having a rather heated conversation with himself. He was speaking in a low, muttering voice and had a very serious look on his face. I really had to double check that he wasn't on a phone. Interesting. I thought, maybe it's just me....maybe I am the only person who runs across these people. However, I was with a group of friends and someone else brought this up. I started laughing because it's just nice to know that I'm not imagining this.
On warm days, there is an older lady who sits by herself outside a coffee shop. She is the kind of person I want to be. She wears some of the neatest outfits. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a bright pink hat with flowers, a pink blouse, purple-ish skirt and pink rain boots. She tends to wear bright pink....but occasionally changes to purple. The coolest thing she wore....pink rain boots with purple dots! No, it wasn't raining....and there was not a cloud in the sky.
By far, the greatest person I've gotten accustom to seeing is "Thieves Man". This man is tall and always wears a faded green army jacket. His hair reminds me of Kramer on Seinfeld.
The first time I saw "Thieves Man", Christian and I were waiting for Skip outside a shop. It was a bright Sunday afternoon and I was just looking around, watching people. I see this man..."TM" walking and talking with an older gentleman. The older gentleman walked with a cane and just shuffled along. He didn't really look like he was listening to or even with "TM". "Thieves Man" was talking rather loudly and barely watching where he was going. As they approached me, I could hear "TM" saying...."There are thieves about! Thieves!!!! AND they are talking my money. There are thieves about!!!!" He kept saying this over and over. I thought, o.k.....don't look directly into his eyes and you'll be safe.
I began looking in a shop window trying to keep one eye on "TM" but trying to look away. Then "it" happened.
I looked up and "TM" was looking directly at me. Our eyes met......
Suddenly, "TM" became MORE excited and began to rant, "There are thieves about!!!! There are thieves and they have children!!! There are thieves about and they have children and they are stealing from me!!!!"
I have never been so freaked out in my life.
Thieves Man went on about his way and when Skip came out I suggested we avoid going in the same general direction.
I have seen "TM" on other occasions and no, he still doesn't appear to be in my range of what I would call "normal". But, he seems to have friends...or maybe he just sits with people. I have seen him pacing back and forth at a bus stop. Yes, I was going to catch the bus at this same bus stop...but decided to keep walking.
Before I end this, I want to make something very clear......I know that Christian gets into things BUT neither Christian OR I have stolen anything from Thieves Man!!!!! hahahahahahaha
One thing I have noticed about this area, people seem to talk to themselves a lot! No, they aren't on a cell phone, they are truly talking to themselves. I saw one such man today. Going to a doctor's appointment, I passed a man that was having a rather heated conversation with himself. He was speaking in a low, muttering voice and had a very serious look on his face. I really had to double check that he wasn't on a phone. Interesting. I thought, maybe it's just me....maybe I am the only person who runs across these people. However, I was with a group of friends and someone else brought this up. I started laughing because it's just nice to know that I'm not imagining this.
On warm days, there is an older lady who sits by herself outside a coffee shop. She is the kind of person I want to be. She wears some of the neatest outfits. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a bright pink hat with flowers, a pink blouse, purple-ish skirt and pink rain boots. She tends to wear bright pink....but occasionally changes to purple. The coolest thing she wore....pink rain boots with purple dots! No, it wasn't raining....and there was not a cloud in the sky.
By far, the greatest person I've gotten accustom to seeing is "Thieves Man". This man is tall and always wears a faded green army jacket. His hair reminds me of Kramer on Seinfeld.
The first time I saw "Thieves Man", Christian and I were waiting for Skip outside a shop. It was a bright Sunday afternoon and I was just looking around, watching people. I see this man..."TM" walking and talking with an older gentleman. The older gentleman walked with a cane and just shuffled along. He didn't really look like he was listening to or even with "TM". "Thieves Man" was talking rather loudly and barely watching where he was going. As they approached me, I could hear "TM" saying...."There are thieves about! Thieves!!!! AND they are talking my money. There are thieves about!!!!" He kept saying this over and over. I thought, o.k.....don't look directly into his eyes and you'll be safe.
I began looking in a shop window trying to keep one eye on "TM" but trying to look away. Then "it" happened.
I looked up and "TM" was looking directly at me. Our eyes met......
Suddenly, "TM" became MORE excited and began to rant, "There are thieves about!!!! There are thieves and they have children!!! There are thieves about and they have children and they are stealing from me!!!!"
I have never been so freaked out in my life.
Thieves Man went on about his way and when Skip came out I suggested we avoid going in the same general direction.
I have seen "TM" on other occasions and no, he still doesn't appear to be in my range of what I would call "normal". But, he seems to have friends...or maybe he just sits with people. I have seen him pacing back and forth at a bus stop. Yes, I was going to catch the bus at this same bus stop...but decided to keep walking.
Before I end this, I want to make something very clear......I know that Christian gets into things BUT neither Christian OR I have stolen anything from Thieves Man!!!!! hahahahahahaha
Monday, October 13, 2008
Climbing The Stairway To Pain
Every Day
Our house here in London is lovely. It was built in the 1920's and has 3 floors. The house has been expanded and updated in many ways. However, there are two things we would change, if we could. First, we would put a toilet downstairs. Second, there wouldn't be as many stairs!
When we moan about the 32 stairs to our bedroom, most people say something like "it's a great way to get exercise" or "be thankful you can still climb stairs". Now, both statements are true; however, most people forget that something begins to happen to the brain when you are in your mid-40's. Memory, or rather the lack of memory, begins to be a nuisance!
I do not know how many times I climbed those 32 stairs just to get to the bedroom and discover I have no clue why I'm there! At first, I would go ahead and walk all the way downstairs then I finally wised up. Now, I just stay in the bedroom until I can think of why I'm there. If it weren't for the baby needing other things, there are days I would be a prisoner in my room!
Stairs Vs. Escalator
I'm impatient.....there, I've admitted it. Isn't that the first step? So, why....oh, why do I get bad ideas in my head....know they are bad ideas but still do them? Let me see...."I do not know why I do the things I do. I do not do what I want to do. But I do the things I hate." (Romans 7:15) Yep, that sums it up!
I went to meet Skip at work and after eating supper we took the tube to catch the train home. At one of the tube stations, there was a long line of people waiting to get on the escalator. Now, there are stairs but no one was walking up. I got a bit impatient and decided to just take the stairs.
Let me take a moment here to explain how I travel with the baby. When I go into the middle of London I carry Christian in a baby backpack. Yes, on my back. I've gotten use to the added weight and I actually find it easier than lifting a stroller. Not all the tube stations have elevators and not all people are kind enough to help me when I'm on my own.
So, there I am with Christian on my back and I decided to be bold and just take the stairs! I begin climbing and it's not too bad. I mean, there are only 3 flights...right? I arrive at the first landing and I'm feeling the burn in my legs. I get half way up the second flight and now I'm ready to scream for help. But, I'm still in my right mind so I don't.
My pace is getting a little slower and I also start realizing that people are watching me. I then over hear some man talking with a friend. The conversation went something like this..."she's walking up the stairs"....(the friend says something I can't understand)....."look, she's walking and she has a backpack".....(the friend says something else I can't understand)....."she's walking up the stairs and she has a baby on her back!" Now, I feel the pressure to complete what I have started!
I'm so vain! I realize that I'm walking about the same pace as the escalator is traveling. Well, I can't let people SEE that I'm dying! So, I pick up my pace a little and try not to look like I'm gasping for breath! I hit the middle of the final flight and I'm acting like the Little Engine that could....."I think I can, I think I can, I think I can".
Reaching the top was like placing a flag on the summit of Mount Everest! I was so proud that I had finished! I just hoped that a slight breeze didn't come along and push me over. My legs felt like rubber and they were screaming with pain! I don't know how many steps I climbed. If I would have counted, I think I would have been prepared to just sit down and wait for the rescue people. I thought.....that was the dumbest thing I have ever done! Until...........
Do Not Use Unless There Is An Emergency
Traveling to the theatre to see BloodBrothers, I came across a tube station that was so deep underground there was an elevator for everyone going up to use. Not having traveled through this station before I also saw the group gathered waiting FOR the elevator. Then I spotted the door marked "stairs".
I thought about taking the stairs but decided against it. As I waited for the next elevator, the crowd began to swell. Seems everyone wanted to go somewhere and they all decided to pass through this place. So, I listened to the evil call of the stairs and went through the door.
As I entered the stairwell, I saw a sign that said "139 steps". I have 32 steps in my house! How bad could 139 be, right?
Other people decided not to wait on the elevator and suddenly a stream of people entered. So, of course....I wasn't going to turn around! I'm no chicken! I mean, if women in 4 inch heels can go up 139 stairs, I think I stand a good chance of finishing!
Sometimes, it's just not good to listen to the little voice in your head.
I walked up a couple flights of this spiral tower and I'm going slowly, pacing myself. I'm trying not to count each step. Then I hear the most encouraging thing in the world. A man's voice comes over the intercom. "Caution, there are 139 stairs. Please do NOT use the stairs. Only use the stairs in case of an emergency. 139 stairs is equivalent to a 15 story building. Please do not use the stairs." On average, a person is photographed 300 times in London. There are CCTV cameras everywhere. So, this warning is probably coming from a live person who, for some strange reason thinks that there will be no survivors on this journey. Not encouraging. I continue to climb and this man continues to usher his warning. Now, I'm taking this personally! Who does he think he's talking to??? I don't quit!
I'm watching the young lady with 3 inch high heels in front of me. I feel better about myself because she has to stop and rest. I take a moment to stop and encourage her. O.K...I'm resting because I'm tired.
Getting close to the top, this poor woman is ready for her boyfriend to carry her the rest of the way. I keep going and when I see light at the end of the tunnel, I have one final act of bravery. I turn, walk back down 10 steps to let this lady know she's almost at the end! During the middle of me saying something like "We're almost there! You can do it!" I hear some poor woman further down the stairs screaming....."help me!!!! help me!!!!!" It wasn't like a "someone is killing me" scream......it was a "I've listened to that little man over the intercom too long and have given up" scream.
There are times in battle when a solider will summon his last ounce of strength and go back for a fallen comrade. There also moments when that fallen buddy looks at his friend and says dramatically...."go, go....save yourself".
As I took that last step up on that glorious day, I listened to the screaming lady. Her "help me, help me" began to sound more and more like "save yourself". So, I plucked up the courage to save myself and leave.
Didn't I say I had already committed my final act of bravery?
(I know, I'm a horrible person. I just wanted my legs to stop hurting. Don't think less of me.)
Our house here in London is lovely. It was built in the 1920's and has 3 floors. The house has been expanded and updated in many ways. However, there are two things we would change, if we could. First, we would put a toilet downstairs. Second, there wouldn't be as many stairs!
When we moan about the 32 stairs to our bedroom, most people say something like "it's a great way to get exercise" or "be thankful you can still climb stairs". Now, both statements are true; however, most people forget that something begins to happen to the brain when you are in your mid-40's. Memory, or rather the lack of memory, begins to be a nuisance!
I do not know how many times I climbed those 32 stairs just to get to the bedroom and discover I have no clue why I'm there! At first, I would go ahead and walk all the way downstairs then I finally wised up. Now, I just stay in the bedroom until I can think of why I'm there. If it weren't for the baby needing other things, there are days I would be a prisoner in my room!
Stairs Vs. Escalator
I'm impatient.....there, I've admitted it. Isn't that the first step? So, why....oh, why do I get bad ideas in my head....know they are bad ideas but still do them? Let me see...."I do not know why I do the things I do. I do not do what I want to do. But I do the things I hate." (Romans 7:15) Yep, that sums it up!
I went to meet Skip at work and after eating supper we took the tube to catch the train home. At one of the tube stations, there was a long line of people waiting to get on the escalator. Now, there are stairs but no one was walking up. I got a bit impatient and decided to just take the stairs.
Let me take a moment here to explain how I travel with the baby. When I go into the middle of London I carry Christian in a baby backpack. Yes, on my back. I've gotten use to the added weight and I actually find it easier than lifting a stroller. Not all the tube stations have elevators and not all people are kind enough to help me when I'm on my own.So, there I am with Christian on my back and I decided to be bold and just take the stairs! I begin climbing and it's not too bad. I mean, there are only 3 flights...right? I arrive at the first landing and I'm feeling the burn in my legs. I get half way up the second flight and now I'm ready to scream for help. But, I'm still in my right mind so I don't.
My pace is getting a little slower and I also start realizing that people are watching me. I then over hear some man talking with a friend. The conversation went something like this..."she's walking up the stairs"....(the friend says something I can't understand)....."look, she's walking and she has a backpack".....(the friend says something else I can't understand)....."she's walking up the stairs and she has a baby on her back!" Now, I feel the pressure to complete what I have started!
I'm so vain! I realize that I'm walking about the same pace as the escalator is traveling. Well, I can't let people SEE that I'm dying! So, I pick up my pace a little and try not to look like I'm gasping for breath! I hit the middle of the final flight and I'm acting like the Little Engine that could....."I think I can, I think I can, I think I can".
Reaching the top was like placing a flag on the summit of Mount Everest! I was so proud that I had finished! I just hoped that a slight breeze didn't come along and push me over. My legs felt like rubber and they were screaming with pain! I don't know how many steps I climbed. If I would have counted, I think I would have been prepared to just sit down and wait for the rescue people. I thought.....that was the dumbest thing I have ever done! Until...........
Do Not Use Unless There Is An Emergency
Traveling to the theatre to see BloodBrothers, I came across a tube station that was so deep underground there was an elevator for everyone going up to use. Not having traveled through this station before I also saw the group gathered waiting FOR the elevator. Then I spotted the door marked "stairs".
I thought about taking the stairs but decided against it. As I waited for the next elevator, the crowd began to swell. Seems everyone wanted to go somewhere and they all decided to pass through this place. So, I listened to the evil call of the stairs and went through the door.
As I entered the stairwell, I saw a sign that said "139 steps". I have 32 steps in my house! How bad could 139 be, right?
Other people decided not to wait on the elevator and suddenly a stream of people entered. So, of course....I wasn't going to turn around! I'm no chicken! I mean, if women in 4 inch heels can go up 139 stairs, I think I stand a good chance of finishing!
Sometimes, it's just not good to listen to the little voice in your head.
I walked up a couple flights of this spiral tower and I'm going slowly, pacing myself. I'm trying not to count each step. Then I hear the most encouraging thing in the world. A man's voice comes over the intercom. "Caution, there are 139 stairs. Please do NOT use the stairs. Only use the stairs in case of an emergency. 139 stairs is equivalent to a 15 story building. Please do not use the stairs." On average, a person is photographed 300 times in London. There are CCTV cameras everywhere. So, this warning is probably coming from a live person who, for some strange reason thinks that there will be no survivors on this journey. Not encouraging. I continue to climb and this man continues to usher his warning. Now, I'm taking this personally! Who does he think he's talking to??? I don't quit!
I'm watching the young lady with 3 inch high heels in front of me. I feel better about myself because she has to stop and rest. I take a moment to stop and encourage her. O.K...I'm resting because I'm tired.
Getting close to the top, this poor woman is ready for her boyfriend to carry her the rest of the way. I keep going and when I see light at the end of the tunnel, I have one final act of bravery. I turn, walk back down 10 steps to let this lady know she's almost at the end! During the middle of me saying something like "We're almost there! You can do it!" I hear some poor woman further down the stairs screaming....."help me!!!! help me!!!!!" It wasn't like a "someone is killing me" scream......it was a "I've listened to that little man over the intercom too long and have given up" scream.
There are times in battle when a solider will summon his last ounce of strength and go back for a fallen comrade. There also moments when that fallen buddy looks at his friend and says dramatically...."go, go....save yourself".
As I took that last step up on that glorious day, I listened to the screaming lady. Her "help me, help me" began to sound more and more like "save yourself". So, I plucked up the courage to save myself and leave.
Didn't I say I had already committed my final act of bravery?
(I know, I'm a horrible person. I just wanted my legs to stop hurting. Don't think less of me.)
Monday, October 6, 2008
Literally 2 Minutes and Other Observations
Timing
It's been almost 3 months since I've driven a car and there have only been a few times I've really missed it. Most of those times come when I'm running for the bus only to watch it drive away. Thinking that it might be "8-10 minutes" (as the sign says) before the next bus comes, drives me insane. I have the dilemma of walking or waiting. See, here's the debate....if I walk....I might miss another bus that might be running a bit early, then I'd kick myself. But, if I wait....I could end up waiting for 20 minutes like I did one time! AAARRRRRGGGGG!!! I know, the world is in crisis with the credit situation and this is the prime example of turmoil in my life! Sad, isn't it?
Literally 2 Minutes
Since I walk, take the bus, train or tube....I ask for directions many times. When we first arrived in London, I would ask for directions and discovered people's answers were always the same! I would hear...."It's literally 2 minutes from here".........................20 minutes later, I began to question how people were arriving at this time frame.
I thought, am I just THAT slow? Does everyone else run? Does time stand still while people zip to their next location? Is London really that small and I'm looking at some optical illusion on the map??? OR is it just an English persons way of making fun of me, since I AM American????
You know, when you hear how close you are to something it gives you great hope! I mean, look you've almost reached your goal! You can follow instructions! But then, when you walk around the corner only to find nothing there but a big empty lot or something completely different, you start to think you don't really know or understand the meaning of "literally"!
Then one day, I discovered I wasn't crazy. (No, don't laugh.....I really am not crazy.) I was speaking with one of Skip's co-workers who is from Italy. I almost cried with relief when Frankie said that he too had been given directions like..."it's literally around the corner"...."it's literally 2 minutes away"....."it's literally right across the street". He explained how he copes. He said when someone says some place is literally 2 minutes away he thinks it's going to be at least 10 minutes away. I thought this was a great idea. Now, I don't feel like I'm in a horror film, running down a never ending hallway!
I think I know why people make this statement. It's just a great way to not have to claim responsibility. If I say, the cup of coffee is literally in the next room....well, I didn't say WHICH room or exactly WHERE! See? Then if you can't find it....I'm not responsible! So, now I use this all the time!
Examples:
"Lisa, how far away are you?"...."Literally 2 minutes away!"
"Lisa, when will you be finished with this e-mail?"....."In literally 2 minutes!"
The Heart Of Denmark
We made a trip to Denmark to visit Skip's mother and grandmother. We had a very nice visit and I got to meet almost all of Skip's extended Danish family. Our visit wasn't very long, just 4 days but it was enough to give me a good feel for the country and the family!
The interesting part of visiting any country is getting to taste the food. Skip was so excited to have some of his favorite dishes and he explained some of them to me. Now, I'm not a big "experimenter" when it comes to foods....especially sea food. I'm sure many people will disagree but somethings just don't sound or look "tasty".
I was brave though. I had several kinds of small sandwiches. One with pickled herring and one with cod roe spread. The pickled herring (or whatever it was) wasn't bad. I wouldn't pick it for lunch every day but it was o.k. The cod, well, it smelled like tuna. So, I thought I will probably like this! Uh, do you know how cat food smells? Well, it sort of tasted like cat food....o.k....how I imagine cat food might taste. That thought stayed in my head and well I tried but just couldn't finish this tiny sandwich.
Now, the last day we were in Denmark was my greatest challenging meal! We had Skip's favorite meal......heart. Let me say that again......heart. I couldn't look at it while it was being prepared. I knew if I did there would be no way I could even try to take a bite. Skip's mom, her boyfriend Jens and Skip explained that heart tasted like liver but not as strong. (No, I still wasn't excited.) I told myself that I would have to focus....like I was on Fear Factor....and tell myself I could eat this and smile! My mom would be so proud!
When the roasted heart came out of the oven I was lucky enough to be right there in the kitchen. Skip's mom said not to think of it as a heart but as any other piece of meat. About that time, Jens picked up a small piece of heart, walked over to me and stuffed it in my mouth! Yes, I was shocked!
Everyone was looking at me. Everyone was waiting for some reaction. So, I chewed, nodded my head, smiled and said "interesting" and "it's not that bad". Yes, the whole time I was thinking....I'm eating a heart....I'm eating a heart. aaarrrgggg!!!!
Denmark is a lovely country. The people are friendly and warm. I can't wait to go back for another visit. Oh, they have great bread....which I ate a lot of....because I didn't want to starve. And I lost 5 pounds in 4 days. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
It's been almost 3 months since I've driven a car and there have only been a few times I've really missed it. Most of those times come when I'm running for the bus only to watch it drive away. Thinking that it might be "8-10 minutes" (as the sign says) before the next bus comes, drives me insane. I have the dilemma of walking or waiting. See, here's the debate....if I walk....I might miss another bus that might be running a bit early, then I'd kick myself. But, if I wait....I could end up waiting for 20 minutes like I did one time! AAARRRRRGGGGG!!! I know, the world is in crisis with the credit situation and this is the prime example of turmoil in my life! Sad, isn't it?
Literally 2 Minutes
Since I walk, take the bus, train or tube....I ask for directions many times. When we first arrived in London, I would ask for directions and discovered people's answers were always the same! I would hear...."It's literally 2 minutes from here".........................20 minutes later, I began to question how people were arriving at this time frame.
I thought, am I just THAT slow? Does everyone else run? Does time stand still while people zip to their next location? Is London really that small and I'm looking at some optical illusion on the map??? OR is it just an English persons way of making fun of me, since I AM American????
You know, when you hear how close you are to something it gives you great hope! I mean, look you've almost reached your goal! You can follow instructions! But then, when you walk around the corner only to find nothing there but a big empty lot or something completely different, you start to think you don't really know or understand the meaning of "literally"!
Then one day, I discovered I wasn't crazy. (No, don't laugh.....I really am not crazy.) I was speaking with one of Skip's co-workers who is from Italy. I almost cried with relief when Frankie said that he too had been given directions like..."it's literally around the corner"...."it's literally 2 minutes away"....."it's literally right across the street". He explained how he copes. He said when someone says some place is literally 2 minutes away he thinks it's going to be at least 10 minutes away. I thought this was a great idea. Now, I don't feel like I'm in a horror film, running down a never ending hallway!
I think I know why people make this statement. It's just a great way to not have to claim responsibility. If I say, the cup of coffee is literally in the next room....well, I didn't say WHICH room or exactly WHERE! See? Then if you can't find it....I'm not responsible! So, now I use this all the time!
Examples:
"Lisa, how far away are you?"...."Literally 2 minutes away!"
"Lisa, when will you be finished with this e-mail?"....."In literally 2 minutes!"
The Heart Of Denmark
We made a trip to Denmark to visit Skip's mother and grandmother. We had a very nice visit and I got to meet almost all of Skip's extended Danish family. Our visit wasn't very long, just 4 days but it was enough to give me a good feel for the country and the family!
The interesting part of visiting any country is getting to taste the food. Skip was so excited to have some of his favorite dishes and he explained some of them to me. Now, I'm not a big "experimenter" when it comes to foods....especially sea food. I'm sure many people will disagree but somethings just don't sound or look "tasty".
I was brave though. I had several kinds of small sandwiches. One with pickled herring and one with cod roe spread. The pickled herring (or whatever it was) wasn't bad. I wouldn't pick it for lunch every day but it was o.k. The cod, well, it smelled like tuna. So, I thought I will probably like this! Uh, do you know how cat food smells? Well, it sort of tasted like cat food....o.k....how I imagine cat food might taste. That thought stayed in my head and well I tried but just couldn't finish this tiny sandwich.
Now, the last day we were in Denmark was my greatest challenging meal! We had Skip's favorite meal......heart. Let me say that again......heart. I couldn't look at it while it was being prepared. I knew if I did there would be no way I could even try to take a bite. Skip's mom, her boyfriend Jens and Skip explained that heart tasted like liver but not as strong. (No, I still wasn't excited.) I told myself that I would have to focus....like I was on Fear Factor....and tell myself I could eat this and smile! My mom would be so proud!
When the roasted heart came out of the oven I was lucky enough to be right there in the kitchen. Skip's mom said not to think of it as a heart but as any other piece of meat. About that time, Jens picked up a small piece of heart, walked over to me and stuffed it in my mouth! Yes, I was shocked!
Everyone was looking at me. Everyone was waiting for some reaction. So, I chewed, nodded my head, smiled and said "interesting" and "it's not that bad". Yes, the whole time I was thinking....I'm eating a heart....I'm eating a heart. aaarrrgggg!!!!
Denmark is a lovely country. The people are friendly and warm. I can't wait to go back for another visit. Oh, they have great bread....which I ate a lot of....because I didn't want to starve. And I lost 5 pounds in 4 days. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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