Sally’s Friend
Just another WordPress.com weblogArchive for September, 2004
oh snickers spread on toasted bread
I love Sundays in the village. Layered concrete buildings in tile baking in the hot still sun. The sound of a Muslim man singing. His voice rising up above us and dipping down into our little darkened rooms. There are the sounds of children playing, the squeak of their toys and the sounds of the neighborhood women yelling back and forth from balcony’s and bottom floors amidst hanging laundry and bicycles. I have my windows and the balcony doors open. Curtains closed. I am still waking up, bent bare knees and dried mascara on swollen, red eyes. I sit on the green couch watching the still wind take a breath and hold it in with my curtains. I choose strong black coffee today rather than tea.
I listen for a long time to the lone man singing; remembering all those mornings in all those Muslim lands wondering how I could ever not live this life. I put on a sad music of my own (a woman who sounds like a cross between Janice Joplin and Joni Mitchell; a woman who fears God). Then I talk to Him. Then I try to listen. Later I put on a man who speaks about doing the very thing that I am doing with my life and it sounds so full of hope and power and I wonder where I lost my fervor, my desire to go on in this. I wonder what has become of me.
In the middle of the day I meet two friends and we head to town and see a movie (it is cheap today). I go after a few groceries, carrots, bread and something for the bread (I am ashamed to tell you it is Snickers spread) and then it is off for home on a little green bus that costs me $5 HK (about .80 cents). As soon as I come in I start the pasta I bought yesterday (to use with the sauce left over from the day before yesterday). Next I set to clean out my fridge (should of doneit weeks go). I start on the door and finish with the freezer and by the time I am finished the bread is warmed and the sauce is mixed with the pasta and there are two bags of cooked pasta in baggies in the fridge for another day.
And now I’ve come to tell you about it and I sigh because of this life I lead.
I do not want to loose it. I see that now and I fear that this may be so (it may be so) and again I sigh.
In a little while I will clean up a bit and walk the ten minutes to work to eat ice cream with my fellow m’s because it is a clever cutie of a little boys birthday.
Happy Birthday Caleb the mostly bad but sometimes nice lion.
A day off in the life of an…m
blessings from this little place far off in this big world we share, I miss you.
t
