- the first night of sleep under freshly washed sheets
- managing to sleep just a bit longer
- surprising answers as I journaled
- my sparkly emerald colored nose ring
- laughing at the comments on the post I wrote earlier about my nose piercing
- bus drivers who wait when they see you running to catch their bus (so NOT the norm, and thus something to be thankful for, especially on a route that only comes twice an hour!)
- Italian wedding soup
- a quiet evening at home
- the smell of scented candles
- relieving news about a midterm grade
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Daily 5 - Year 2, Day 211
Today's Daily 5:
A Thing in Your Nose
On Sunday I attended the church my dad pastors, the church I grew up in, to hear some friends who are missionaries share their hearts.
Those of you who have been faithfully reading this blog know that I seem to have a certain magnetism for nosy older ladies when I pay visits to that church, and the seeming ability to shock them without trying (my favorite story on that front is recorded here).
This past Sunday was no exception, though it was a different lady, with a more bold approach than usual.
The service had ended, and I was standing with a small group of people - the missionary friends and a few others, when this particular lady walked up and inserted herself into our circle of conversation.
She paused for a moment, stared at my face, and then chose the following as her introductory remark:
"You have one of those things in your nose!"
She turned to our missionary friends, and commented that their daughter "does too."
I really thought we were past the stage where the elderly church ladies notice and are shocked by the tiny stud that I wear in my right nostril, since I've been wearing it for over three years now, but clearly I was wrong.
She continued to study my face intently.
"I could never do that. I get sick too often and am always blowing my nose."
The mental image of this take charge matron of an old lady wearing a nose piercing was cracking me up. Cracking me up in the inner voice starts to lecture sort of way, "Lisa Christine! This would not be the appropriate time to laugh. It would also not be the appropriate time to ask her where she had ever gotten the impression that anyone thought she should pierce her nose."
For once, the mental voice kicked in soon enough, and the filters reached my mouth.
I replied calmly, explaining (though with some secret amusement), that I too am often sick, and suffer from allergies and blow my nose constantly. The nose ring is not a problem for this, and hasn't ever been, except perhaps for the first few weeks after it was done, when the wound was still healing.
"Well, isn't there a big thing in there, on the back, to keep it in?"
(My inner voice is still very amused that I am discussing the logistics of nose piercings with this "nosy" old lady, when only moments before I'd been having a very good conversation about ministry in South East Asia with my friends.)
And so, I explained the logistics of the fact that my particular nose ornament is made of surgical plastic or silicone, and no, it doesn't have a back, it's more of a corkscrew shape that prevents it from coming out, and it sits flush against the inside of my nostril.
This seemed to stymie her, and she moved on, leaving me rather amused that yet again my Sunday morning had taken an odd old lady turn.
Those of you who have been faithfully reading this blog know that I seem to have a certain magnetism for nosy older ladies when I pay visits to that church, and the seeming ability to shock them without trying (my favorite story on that front is recorded here).
This past Sunday was no exception, though it was a different lady, with a more bold approach than usual.
The service had ended, and I was standing with a small group of people - the missionary friends and a few others, when this particular lady walked up and inserted herself into our circle of conversation.
She paused for a moment, stared at my face, and then chose the following as her introductory remark:
"You have one of those things in your nose!"
She turned to our missionary friends, and commented that their daughter "does too."
I really thought we were past the stage where the elderly church ladies notice and are shocked by the tiny stud that I wear in my right nostril, since I've been wearing it for over three years now, but clearly I was wrong.
She continued to study my face intently.
"I could never do that. I get sick too often and am always blowing my nose."
The mental image of this take charge matron of an old lady wearing a nose piercing was cracking me up. Cracking me up in the inner voice starts to lecture sort of way, "Lisa Christine! This would not be the appropriate time to laugh. It would also not be the appropriate time to ask her where she had ever gotten the impression that anyone thought she should pierce her nose."
For once, the mental voice kicked in soon enough, and the filters reached my mouth.
I replied calmly, explaining (though with some secret amusement), that I too am often sick, and suffer from allergies and blow my nose constantly. The nose ring is not a problem for this, and hasn't ever been, except perhaps for the first few weeks after it was done, when the wound was still healing.
"Well, isn't there a big thing in there, on the back, to keep it in?"
(My inner voice is still very amused that I am discussing the logistics of nose piercings with this "nosy" old lady, when only moments before I'd been having a very good conversation about ministry in South East Asia with my friends.)
And so, I explained the logistics of the fact that my particular nose ornament is made of surgical plastic or silicone, and no, it doesn't have a back, it's more of a corkscrew shape that prevents it from coming out, and it sits flush against the inside of my nostril.
This seemed to stymie her, and she moved on, leaving me rather amused that yet again my Sunday morning had taken an odd old lady turn.
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