Lady?

I just looked at my about me section on the side of this blog and realized that I refereed to myself as a lady. That is kinda weird. hmmm. Maybe a girl or a woman, but a lady? Anyway.

Today all I can think to write about is how everyday this week as I have walked the 15 blocks to my morning service sites I have run into this one guy that carries around about four small plastic tanks that have baby turtles in them. Everyday he walks around Woodland Avenue trying to sell these crazy tanks full of baby turtles. I almost always want to buy one. They are pretty cute.
This week has been good. I am trying to think of some highlights to share.
Saturday I visited a catholic nursing home in our neighborhood called little sisters of the poor. It was awesome. I almost immediately signed my life over to work with the sisters there. One woman, Sister Veronica, was especially helpful in showing me how beautiful loving the poor can be.
Sunday we went to church and might have heard a song that mentioned Barack Obama alongside Jesus. It’s still up for debate.
Monday I sat and talked with some older ladies in my neighborhood about the good old days when milk was delivered to their houses. They also talked about the joys of owning more than three cats.
Tuesday I had the pleasure of having to physically hold down a kindergartner who refused to go to time out. Two words. Derrick and Eric. Identical twins whose parents are from Liberia. This is important to know because when they speak nothing really makes sense. It is a combination of Liberian and a slight speech impediment.
Wednesday my housemate Lu and I finished our training for the Center for Literacy, which means that next week I will start working with a learner in my neighborhood to help out with reading.
Thursday I got to help this awesome lady named Lucille write a resume. It was the best part of my day. I also scanned about 60 pictures into a computer and then glued them onto a piece of cardboard. Not the best part of my day, but not bad either.
Today has been good. I woke up drank a cup of tea and slowly read the newspaper. I got to talk to my Dad in Africa and Brooke in France. I have been sitting in the library and I am about to go to chick-fil-a. God is good.
rebekah