If you think about it, my life these days is a little abnormal. Yesterday I groaned and berated myself for not buying "artificial sleeves" (spandex tubes to cover your arms if you want to wear a short-sleeved shirt) when I had the chance. Last week I taught Sunday school to children from Nepal and India and the States and Nigeria and who knows where all. I don't have a clue how to get from one side of town to the other because, for pete's sake, I never live in the same country for more than a couple weeks. (What am I doing on this crazy ship again?)
Anyway. Tonight was so, so good and so - normal? I went bowling with my friends. Just that.
Granted, it included getting ripped off by a shameless Arab (not something I have often seen!) taxi driver and accidentally wandering into a TOTALLY sketchy other bowling alley first, but once we finally arrived, it was just so normal. (Except for the condition of my alley, which necessitated an occasional pause while a pair of dark pants and shoes appeared at the far end and stomped around for a bit, after which the game resumed as before.) We took goofy pictures with the bowling balls, tried to help that one person who seemed to prefer the gutters, accidentally lofted or dropped a few balls, generally did rather poorly, and had a lovely time. With six players, I came in fifth place - which is also quite normal. And then, after our frustration with the initial taxi drivers, we decided to walk back - which ended up taking two hours, during which time we talked and laughed and generally just enjoyed one another. And then when we got back to the ship, we gathered around to share prayer requests and all pray for each other.
It was so simple, so unusually "normal", and so good. And I know from experience that these kinds of days give me the memories I tuck away to revisit over and over.
Anyway. Tonight was so, so good and so - normal? I went bowling with my friends. Just that.
Granted, it included getting ripped off by a shameless Arab (not something I have often seen!) taxi driver and accidentally wandering into a TOTALLY sketchy other bowling alley first, but once we finally arrived, it was just so normal. (Except for the condition of my alley, which necessitated an occasional pause while a pair of dark pants and shoes appeared at the far end and stomped around for a bit, after which the game resumed as before.) We took goofy pictures with the bowling balls, tried to help that one person who seemed to prefer the gutters, accidentally lofted or dropped a few balls, generally did rather poorly, and had a lovely time. With six players, I came in fifth place - which is also quite normal. And then, after our frustration with the initial taxi drivers, we decided to walk back - which ended up taking two hours, during which time we talked and laughed and generally just enjoyed one another. And then when we got back to the ship, we gathered around to share prayer requests and all pray for each other.
It was so simple, so unusually "normal", and so good. And I know from experience that these kinds of days give me the memories I tuck away to revisit over and over.
2 comments:
That does sound pretty normal (and fun) except the whole walking back for two hours thing (but it does sound fun). People in the States don't walk, in case you forgot :)
Yay for normal :) I am glad....
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