Feb 06 2012
Ladies Tea
The ladies in my church love to have a tea once a year. We dress up and have tea with cucumber sandwiches and scones. One year it was a Mother’s day tea with each table having a unique tea set. Another year, we went to a tea shop and wore fashionable hats. This year, mountaineer Mary hosted the tea and she looked and acted so fancy one would never have guessed, earlier in the week, she and her son helped a stranded traveler descend Old Rag Mountain.
We all attempt to play along, but we do occasionally give ourselves away as not quite up to the proper tea lady status.
When the conversation at my table turned to Carol’s visit to her sister Laura, who is studying vocal performance at university, we were all quite attentive. Then, Carol told us enthusiastically of opera and arias and the progression of thirds and screens. We were at a tea, of course. Certainly, we knew of opera. I casually looked around the table and discovered my fellow tea mates with the same smiles plastered on their faces and the same glazed, slightly confused looks in their eyes.
We may not be legit, but we can certainly put on a good show.
Tea ladies?
