Thursday's

Ah blessed Thursdays…it’s almost always filled with more things on my agenda then I know I can possibly get done in one day. I have so cleverly named Thursdays “the day of small things.” (title credited to Alli Rogers I should take no credit). I never sleep past daylight, not on Thursdays, there is too much to be done. If I don’t start the day with the Father I will end the day in a completely frazzled state. And by frazzled I mean completely, hair in a froe and all (be picturing Monica in the tropics episode). First stop of my day will be the prison. The prison can almost be a guaranteed testing for the rest of my day. If I can mentally make it through the teaching, singing, crafting and countless times the girls grab my booty, I know I can proceed on with my day in confidence. Ok Thursdays…long story boring right?


Today was an exceptionally interesting day with a surprise meeting with two English ladies thrown in the mix. We conversed over tea and scones. We talked of life, love and other mysteries (now you will have point of grace playing though your head). Having tea with two English ladies will almost always give a person a higher since of status and class. In this company I wasn’t going to sit in my usual legs folded manner, and my hair tied in a tossed up due. On no must cross the legs, sit up right and softly gesture with my hands. Yes I know this completely misrepresents everything that I am, but non the less I felt a bit posh for about two hours today. I used phrases such as “do you take milk with your tea?” or “would you like one lump or two?” While trying my best not to laugh out loud when they would say things such as “oh what a lovely color the tea is…oh yes indeed there is defiantly a color for tea that is just perfect.” Who knew? I learn so much from these wise English women. They gave me advise to do such things as “snog a boy” Which my facial expression must have shown a bit of confusion and discuss as they felt an explanation was necessary “oh my dear that only means to give em a kiss”. Perfect example of how things don’t often translate. I am always reminded from where I do come from when I do not understand all their phrasing. That and they always serve me tea out of the most horrid patriotic, red, white and blue, stars and stripes mug. Snickering as I drink with my little finger raised high is if somehow they have corrupted the yank. Still it is fun to pretend for a moment and if only for a moment I am a bit posh and could speak with an proper English accent “yes I do take milk with my tea and I shall have two lumps please” Thursday The Day of Small things…enjoy every dynamic detail of what comes with the title.