We should have some sort of celebration seeing as this is my 50th post. Maybe I'll treat myself to one of the many Valentine's cookies on my kitchen table which will probably haunt my healthy diet non-stop for the next few days.
Well, here goes a few of the highlights of my week.
Since we've moved the homeless dinners to a new building we've been sitting on different chairs. So far, every meal that I've been to, someone has fallen off their chair. I don't think these chairs were meant to hold slightly heavy and rowdy homeless men. Every time someone had fallen before everyone would get quiet, waiting and watching to see if the person was ok, and not laughing in order to not shame them. On Tuesday, things were different. One of the regulars, one of the most inappropriate regulars I might add, was leaning back on his chair when both back legs completely snapped in half and sent him tumbling to the floor. The whole room
roared with laughter as people all seemed to agree that this jokester got what he deserved. Then, as the laughter was beginning to die down and the shouts of "Zu dick" (too fat) were at a minimum, regular-comer number 2 fell! People were literally getting out of their chairs to get a better look as they laughed and laughed and laughed. This wasn't heartless laughter in anyway. I think both men who met the floor that night enjoyed a good laughing at themselves. I think Austrians
need that. I think we all do.
I visited my friend Kathi in Hainburg this weekend and it was amazingly refreshing. We started out the visit by celebrating Shabbat together, the Jewish sabbath. It was fun to eat together prayerfully and with scripture in mind. The woman who cooked that night is from Texas and basically made a classic American style Thanksgiving feast. It was delightful! The rest of the weekend was spent worshiping, reading the Bible, and praying with Kathi. It was a wonderful time for the both of us to be refreshed by good fellowship and fun. We also went to a Heauriger, which is a typical Austrian style restaurant, where I ate
blood sausage, for the second time since being here. There aren't many things on earth fouler than that. Here are some pictures of my time with Kathi and me fearfully nibbling the blood sausage.
If you don't know what blood sausage is, I suggest you google it. Then maybe you'll feel the urge to give me a high five or a pat on the back for consuming it more than once.