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December 4 When I left home this morning to take my son to school our landlady (a BIG woman not fond of wearing many clothes; a scary sight) came out telling me the roads were treacherous and not to drive. How could someone who doesn’t have the sense to put on more than a mini-skirt and a sleeveless blouse on a blustery December day know anything about road conditions? Despite the fact that I am from Texas and have seldom navigated icy streets, I decided to ignore her advice. How foolish I was. I did slip and slide a bit on the early morning adventure to school but nothing I couldn’t handle. However, as I made my way home, I turned left on to a side street when I felt the tire traction give way. Though I wasn’t going fast, I glided into a curb with full force. Yikes — my first wreck in the Czech Republic! After assessing the damage to my wheel and axle, I prayed that the Lord would lead me to a repair shop. God must have a sense of humor as I found a place that looked an awful lot like a church. Come to find out it used to be a monastery, but under the Communists it had been converted to an auto repair shop! Now I’m all for churches being functional but to see big men with saggy pants and dirty nails standing next to stone statues of the baby Jesus ... .well, that is taking it a bit too far! My laughter quickly subsided when I heard how much money and time it would take to repair my car. As I walked back home that morning I kept thinking, ‘What an idiot you are; you should have listened to your landlady and stayed at home.’ Well, we got our first Christmas card today; one of those kitschy picture-cards, full of news about how perfect everyone is. I don’t feel in the Christmas spirit; that’s for sure! |
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