Thursday's Child

 

So as the old poem goes, Thursday's child has far to go.

I always feel a little tentative on Thursday, even during the pandemic. Thursday used to mean it was the night before Friday so it was The Unofficial start of the weekend. 

Thursday used to mean I had to be at the church early to get to my music together for choir rehearsal, and then an hour and a half or two hours of the most blissful moments of my week happened. 

Thursday used to be the night when my son would get ready for school the next day and we would be prepared for him going to visit his dad for the weekend or not. 

Thursday used to be the day we would go to a basketball game at the high school, and Thursday used to be the night we would march our little rumps off on the football field as part of the Conner High School marching band. The band, by the way brought home the first trophies to the Conner High School trophy case!

Thursday used to be a quiet night, it used to be a good night for settling in and having some closure on the week. Now, Thursday is just another day, and I'll wait until it's Friday morning with surprises. Because, let's face it, there's always a surprise on Friday! 

I wonder what it will be tomorrow, will it be that we are not going to have anybody attend the Derby after all? Will it be we will not have school this year but only have the children learn at home? Will we find out we have to stay home for another year, and wear a mask wherever we go, and distance yourself as much as possible for another year, is that possible? 

I don't mind doing any of that stuff, it's everybody else not wanting to do it that worries me. I pray that I will stop being so self-centered and just protect others if I can by wearing a mask and staying to myself. I think that's best for now.

Thursdays used to be a good night for me to sing my blues away as an alto in the choir, a simple part of a powerful engine, but the part was important. It centered me and kept me in focus with what is good about this world, and what I should do to obey God's word. I miss my choir, I hope we can all go back to some sense of normalcy soon. 

Love peace and chicken grease, Kimmy