PANTS are not TROUSERS; TROUSERS are not PANTS
January 15, 2018
It was my week for the Clothing Till. I learned some interesting things. First off, English money is not a bit like American mula. My saving grace was the fact that each drawer of the till was labeled. I have taken a fancy to their 2 pound coin and the 20 pence piece. A 2 pound coin makes me rich since it is so heavy in my wallet. As for the 20 pence - it's just of cute with its pointed sides. I felt like a child playing store all week as patrons came in to rent their clothing items. Between customers, I would take out a few coins and count random change. Oh, it took me back to my teaching days! One of the centers my students always loved was the shopping center where we would make change with random coins.
I learned other important truths in the Clothing Till. My first hard lesson happened more than one time when I would try to sell pants to male patrons instead of trousers. I could not figure out why the young patron blushed, giggled, and snuck peeks at his mother when I repeated his order back to him. Then, as we carried on, I asked him what size he wanted in his pants. And off he goes again, blushing, giggling, and looking at his mother. She did not think anything was funny. That is when it dawned on me that pants are not trousers in England. Pants are underwear. These boys and men wear trousers, especially in the temple.
My clothing terminology took several hits throughout the week. Fortunately, I was not reported. Most sisters were patient with me as I tried to hand out knee highs to wear with their slippers. Those little puppies are called POPSOCKS. I asked an English worker why and she couldn't give me an answer.
Last night, we said good-bye to our friends, the young sisters who have working in the visitor center. They are being transferred out this week to do fulltime proselyting in the London South Mission. Right after they left, we had a surprise visit from two of the sisters we knew in the Independence, MO Mission. They are over here with a group of ten girls being tourists. Oh, it was so good to see them! They rode the train and then, got an Uber to drive them the twenty miles out to the temple sight. I still don't know how they found us! Oh, to be young and bold again. My Mikie drove them back to the train station so they could catch the last train back to London. Those kind of experiences mean so much to us when we see or hear a familiar face! The gospel is oh so true in England but I have to say when I even hear an American accent from a patron in the temple, I want to hear their life story.
We loved to watch President Monson's funeral service live over here this past week and we are looking forward to sustaining a new prophet (well, in our hearts) this Tuesday. Isn't the gospel of Jesus Christ a miraculous thing? It has such order and beauty. I am so thankful to play a teensy-tinsy role in the big picture. I always hope my little efforts are accepted by the Lord and that my girls and their families know that my only hope is that it will have a positive effect in their lives.
Never ask an English man what size of pants he wears,
Sister Seaman.....aka Mom and Grandma
PROPER ENGLISH THIS WEEK:
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Swanning off - fooling around. Don't go fooling around.
*chuffed - proud
*Too many cooks, not enough broth - self-explanatory.....Too many chiefs, not enough Indians.
Death's Doorstep
Lately, I have been thinking that my life must be almost over. I have been put out to pasture. I will never do anything again that requires adrenaline or risk (which I used to live for.) My administrative service day's are over, both in church service and life service. Retirement pretty much stinks. My health is not what it used to be. There is always some kind of self-induced and imagined scare going on with my heart or cancerous growths or whatever. I can't smell, I can't hear, I can't see, hair is growing out of my nose, ears and eyebrows faster than it is growing out of my head. I can't drive well on the left side of the road. I don't adapt like I used to. What happened?
It has been like somebody threw a switch and everything changed and I feel cheated some how. I know that this sounds like I am having a super-duper pity party, but what happened? Does getting old happen over-night?
Kim says that she likes getting old because it means she is beating the odds and that means she has lived longer than her parents and that each day is now a gift. I have not yet lived longer than my parents. My dad has been gone for 22 years now. He died at 69. My mom died 15 months ago, she was 88. I am only 65. Maybe when I get to be older than my dad and mom, I will feel like the days are gifts.
I guess I need to throw out my old goals and set some new ones. Maybe I wouldn't feel so much regret in not meeting the old goals.
Don't get me wrong, I have had a great life so far. I married the right woman and because of that choice, we have raised six amazing daughters and have had an extraordinary life together. Believe me when I say that I married up. My family is everything to me.
During the all the years, there have been things that I do not regret. I do not regret my service in the church. Even though it meant sidelining some of my own wishes, the 30 years of church service have been a bigger blessing to me than anybody I could have served. I don't regret learning how to fly an airplane, or snow skiing, or water skiing, or hiking in some of the most rugged and beautiful places on the earth.
Well, do you get the idea? I am going to go out of this life kicking and screaming and trying to be somebody my kids and grandkids will remember.
Kim and I are serving missions so that our family will be blessed and know that they all need to be doing the same thing. The mission right now is England is temple work and it does get tedious. But I it is one of the things that I will not regret because I know as well as anything that we will look back on this time as well spent and worth every sacrifice.
So, now that I have talked myself out of the self-pity, I recognize that the years have gone by in such a hurry. I don't want to be considered used up and believe I have things I can still offer. I have shut the door on death for another day and live for a useful tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Elder Seaman