During our early days in the remote jungle village of Parupa, Venezuela, we were roughing it. We called it 'rustic living' to make it sound better, maybe even a bit romantic.
Our 'rustic' outhouse was made of palm leaves and poles. The picture above shows its state after the makeshift door fell off. We didn't have hinges and since there was no general store to go buy some, we had an outhouse without a door for a while.
Thankfully it was near the edge of the village. Still, many times I thought of writing a book of "What I saw through the outhouse door... ." Sure, I never did. For that matter, I never will! You really don't want to know! But those thoughts were the sense of humor the Lord gave me to be able to make light of our 'rustic' living conditions.
Our 'rustic' outhouse was made of palm leaves and poles. The picture above shows its state after the makeshift door fell off. We didn't have hinges and since there was no general store to go buy some, we had an outhouse without a door for a while.
Thankfully it was near the edge of the village. Still, many times I thought of writing a book of "What I saw through the outhouse door... ." Sure, I never did. For that matter, I never will! You really don't want to know! But those thoughts were the sense of humor the Lord gave me to be able to make light of our 'rustic' living conditions.
A sense of humor allows one to survive some really atrocious things!
ReplyDeleteAgreed. Admittedly one's humor does become quite bizarre!
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