Chasing Ideals

Goodness gracious. These days it seems my energy level is never sufficient for posting, for emails, calls home and of course the barbaric enterprise being undertaken in the back yard. I feel that I am always trying to catch up and am unable to muster the necessary whats-its to accomplish that task. Here now I desire in many a sizzling sentence to fill-in on the goings on of the past few and have nair the brainpower. I have climbed my peaks, experienced hours of soiling, wiled away a few in Poland's capital and now returned here for some rooftop woodwork. If you can believe it, a week and a half ago I was ankle deep in snow at the base of a Tatra mountain trail. A lament to you poor sods in Phoenix still experiencing 40 plus degrees and bottom scorching asphalt. The journey to the mountains ended up being more of a wall to wall layabout session instead of the fiercesome climbing slash cacophonic yodelling session that it was intended to be. The excessive amount of rainfall/snowfall on one occasion left yours truly wetter than a fish's wet bits and none to thrilled to attempt another trail under such conditions. Only once did we hit mountain top, at least all together (on the snow filled day half our group headed up for a premium wetness experience). Us Bojano lads- myself, Wiesiek, Jonathon, and Tymek- preferred to spend the wetter days watching the brain box as we have had our fill lately of outdoor activity. We did occasionaly pop our head out from our mountain lodge (sounds fabulously rich and incredibly saucy to stay in one of those) but only for mealtimes and the guaranteed-short-distance-stroll. Unfortunately our layabout ways inspired such behavior in many of the troops and on more than one occasion the loaded eyebrow was raised by one of our senior compadres. The upshot of all that lazing about was plenty of time for relationship and important father-son time for those that had 'em. I for the first time in my life shared in a group the story of my life and the life altering experience of God's unconditional love through Jesus. It was a pleasure to share how true love returned life to my heart and for myself to be reminded of the miraculous changes God accomplished in my life. Journeys should always be weighed in relationship, not in quantity and breadth of activity. As such our week in the mountains was an incredible time.

Following that adventure Wiesiek and his lads headed to Austria and I with the rest of the gang to Warsaw to spend a few days with my good friend Darek(of Croatia trip, Polish teaching, previous time in Warsaw fame) and his wife and children. 'Twas unfortunately a short visit but in the midst of many a week adjusting to the life of a full time construction worker it was a sweet refreshment. In the midst of Poland's massive capital their home is a place of peace and a place that I can truly feel at home. Whether spending hours fine tuning my language acquisition, playing games together(Darek wished to call out numbers in English and much of the time was spent attempting to teach the "th" sound only to incur a slobber fest from many angles), or helping Asia as she prepares for the birth of their fourth baby in only a few weeks. That baby is so blessed that it will be born into such an environment whose source is Christ's unending love. One final experience must be shared from this time. On the Sunday of my visit we went to visit Asia's family. After a marvelous meal they wished to show me the land that they purchased there and asked if I wanted to join Jacob on the moped for the short journey. The moment we left the driveway and hit the road on that beast it was nearly death-no-glory time for one poor nun in thick spectacles. The moped immediately went into a swerve and headed straight for the old girl in a way that made it difficult for her to choose an escape route. I was ready to leap off, come what may to the ol' crotch, but somehow Kuba got our weapon righted only a metre from its intended victim. The thick spectacled, grey costumed nun cast a glance our way that could melt lead and asked why we intended to end her existence. I am not sure what was said in response but the scene was quickly departed to allow the nun a return to her methodical walk toward the church. Thankfully the remainder of our venture on the homicidal moped went as smoothly as such should be.

So week in the mountains, few days in the nation's capital, and back to work now with our sights set upwards to ceilings and rooves and the acquisition of water proof work britches as each of us these days walks around with permanent wet spots on our lower regions. 'Tis now a few minutes to nine which means a quick dress up and out for the day. Otherwise my goose will surely be cooked, no reference of course to "el jefe" Pan Gonska, I wouldn't dream of it. More to come of further opportunities for yours truly to mangle his limbs. Take a look at the new and hopefully self explanatory albums on Lovable Quirks.