I have been intermittent at best with posting since the new year began. I’ve been incredibly busy. My two youngest are in the middle of mid-year exams at school and it’s been a nightmare for me running one up in the morning to school and hanging out for an hour and a half for him to get out and then running him home, grabbing the girl and running her up to the same school (it’s a junior high for girls in the afternoons and an elementary for both sexes in the mornings.) At any rate, our house is a half hour walk from the school and who the hell wants to walk all the way home and have to turn around and walk all the way back just a few minutes later.
So, yeah, waiting really blows. It’s exhausting. Probably more exhausting than housecleaning, rug-scrubbing, or jogging (HA! Like I even remember how to do that thanks to the embarrassment that is post-pregnancies incontinence.) I’m making the best of it by sitting in the outdoor cafe catching up on my reading though. I’m nearly done with Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. I started reading it a couple of chapters before bed last week and in the last two days I’ve devoured more than twenty chapters waiting for the kids. I truly love to read the classics.
So, we had a pretty freaky scary incident today. About ten minutes after Samiya and I had passed by the front of our building and come inside, we heard a thunderous boom and I asked, “What the hell was that?”
We heard people on the street making a commotion and ran out to the balcony where we saw that the
vertical wall that edges the roof of our building had crashed down to the street below where we had just been and where our doorman’s granddaughters and our neighbor’s daughter had been playing. It came fairly close and the neighbor’s daughter, age 8, came tearing into the doorman’s apartment with her hair covered in dust. The doorman’s sons raced upstairs to the fourth floor to warn the man in that apartment to stay off of his balconies as the wall hit his balcony ledge on its way down and may have weakened the cement. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
The doorman sent his sons back up to the roof with sledgehammers to knock the rest of the damaged wall down before it fell on its own while the youngest of them stayed downstairs to prevent cars and foot traffic from entering our street.
We only have a few more days of exams left and then Thursday night, God willing, we will attend an engagement party for my husband’s niece. Maybe I’ll remember to buy batteries for my camera and I can post some photos. More when I can stop to catch my breath.