It's early morning in Iraq.
The Country-Western music from next door is causing the walls of my CHU to vibrate, and the occupants of that room (two Non-Commissioned Officers) are seemingly having a wrestling match which is causing the rest of the CHU to shake (not just vibrate), replete with lots of-- shall we say -- 'flowery' language at a level enabling me to hear clearly what they're yelling (quite a feat, given the volume of the music).
Thanks for the wake-up, Gentlemen.
Ah, the humanity!
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ
The Country-Western music from next door is causing the walls of my CHU to vibrate, and the occupants of that room (two Non-Commissioned Officers) are seemingly having a wrestling match which is causing the rest of the CHU to shake (not just vibrate), replete with lots of-- shall we say -- 'flowery' language at a level enabling me to hear clearly what they're yelling (quite a feat, given the volume of the music).
Thanks for the wake-up, Gentlemen.
Ah, the humanity!
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ
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1 comment:
That makes me think of Fiddler on the Roof: A blessing for the Tzar? Of course! May God bless and keep the Tzar... far away from us!
I'm catching up on the blogs... :)
Donna
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