Scallywag

Storms make oaks take deeper root.

~ George Herbert (1593 - 1633) ~

Darling! There’s a Wedding at the Door

February 23rd, 2012 ~ Est. reading time: 1 min, 22 secs

There's what at the door? A wedding?

You better watch out when you walk out the door. Apart from the “landmines” left on the doorstep by your neighbor’s dog, strange things happen at the threshold. At least, they do to me.

With one foot momentarily in the air, I recall walking out the door, about to step in a puddle of blood. I was fourteen and on my way to school. It was a tough neighborhood. But I didn’t expect step into gore, broken beer bottles, and the remains of someone’s dentures near the door.

Nor did I think, years later, that opening the front door to our downstairs dwelling would have me meeting a bride and groom. As the tenants from upstairs they obviously had planned to bring the wedding back to their flat. But what do you say when you’re wearing pajamas and a bridal couple walks right by with an entourage of bridesmaids, guests, and hangers on?  Certainly not what I said:

“Oh hi! Um, great day for a wedding! Congratulations! Sorry I didn’t dress up for your er Hey, would you like to come in? No, guess not. Ah, nice dress. Hope you have a happy wedding day. Er, ‘bye!”

In an inn in Innsbruck, we took our life into our own hands stepping out the front entrance. This was because it opened straight onto a two-way road, complete with articulated buses, trucks, and Austrian speedsters. The trick, we discovered after nearly needing the last rites a couple of times, was to listen. Then, it was a matter of shouting “Now!” and running through the threshold as fast as we could. Timing, as they say really is everything.

Bottom line: don’t go out the door expecting nothing. Expect anything! The moment you reach for the door, a new chapter in your day begins. It may be good, bad, or indifferent. But it all starts the instant you place your hand on the handle.

 

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