Monday, June 22, 2009

The Donation


Those who have read my blog for a while might remember my having mentioned the guys who live on either side of me in the CHU I've called 'home' for the past almost eleven months.

On the one side, there are a couple of NCOs. One has a LOT of tattoos, and I'm thinking the other must be deaf, because he's often playing music at decibel levels approaching the threshold of pain. They're very nice guys, actually. But different.

On the other side we have the Snorer and the Sleeper. It's probably a good thing that one guys works days and the other works nights, but given their personality quirks, I suspect they'd do just fine working the same schedule. They're Junior Enlisted (I really dislike hearing people talk about "lower enlisted"), very young, both married, and with young children.

The Snorer, as you may remember, can wake the dead when he's dead to the world.

His roommate almost never awakens, for anyone or anything. Many a morning (usually after I've been out late on a mission), someone will come POUNDING on his door to wake him up before dawn, and then will be back somewhat later, POUNDING again. Both instances are accompanied by very 'flowery' language, shall we say.

It's been a trip living between those two pairs.

Now that it's time for me to leave, I've decided to divest myself of the appliances I accumulated while here: TV, fridge, microwave, hot pot.

I figured the NCOs, being much more senior in rank, probably wouldn't need much, so I gave all that stuff to the Snorer yesterday, much to his surprise, and my delight. Generosity is its own reward, you know, if it's truly no-strings-attached.

The Snorer said his roommate would be really jazzed when he got back from work.

I doubt any of that stuff will get the roommate up on time in the morning, however....

Blessings and peace to one and all,


Fr. Tim, SJ

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6 comments:

Katie said...

We, too, have enjoyed hearing your stories about living next to your neighbors. They were always a source of humor, even though it was often at your expense. :(

Mary Coady said...

Hooray! You really are heading back if you're giving away you're cooking stuff. I hope your neighbors enjoy it all in good health and get to hand it off to someone else, with the same good wishes, when their deployments end.

M

Mary Coady said...

Of course that stuff won't wake him up, Tim. What he really needed was a coffee pot and a pound or two of Peet's high-octane coffee. No milk or sugar.

Blessings to you on your way, and for your generosity.

M

dodobrowns said...

Father Tim, as we discussed, my personal email is dodobrowns@gmail.com Have a safe trip. God Bless!

Becky said...

Hi! I just discovered your blog after reading the Doonesbury blog this morning and figured I'd stop in and say hi. One of my husband's best friends is a chaplain's assistant in the army national guard and they're getting ready to deploy together in about a month and a half. The difference my husband's friend has made in his life in the time they've known each other, and in the lives of people around him, just goes to show how important the Chaplain and his assistant are to the men and women of our military. Thanks for everything you do! Have a safe trip back home.

Vicky said...

Made my way over from the Doonesbury sandbox. Bless you for all you do, Father Tim! Congrats on staying sober! I think you have a Franciscan heart,
Vicky Foltz, SFO

 
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