Choir is almost over for another year. But fear not. One of our number has apparently successfully infiltrated the Parish Council. Mwahahaha!
Next Sunday we celebrate Ascension, and our non-permanent not-a-deacon-anymore celebrates his first Mass. We will be doing all sorts of prelude music and Mass music and such. We learned “Regina Coeli”! Isn’t that exciting? It’s like being a Chaucer character or something…. Even the old ladies didn’t know that one.
I won’t be in town for Pentecost, as it conflicts with Marcon. I feel kinda bad about this, especially as I’m not reallll hep to go to the con at all this year. But I will go be POD down at St. Patrick’s down the street from the convention center/hotel complex. Perhaps I will wear A Hat in honor of the feast. (Although I guess we won’t be waiting to eat until a Wonder shows up. These days it’s hard to arrange for ladies chasing fawns or maniacal giants with axes and strong views on barter.)
The Flowers of the Forest
Anyway, Nadine of the Funeral Choir (known to its members as the “Sob Sisters”, which was probably Nadine’s idea) had a story to tell last night at practice. “A thousand years ago, when banners were first invented”, there was a certain banner hanging in church. Nobody noticed the problem except Nadine. She kept almost losing it all through Mass, and finally went up to the priest afterward. You’ve got to take that banner down during funerals, she said. Why? he said. Look at it, she said.
The banner said, “Bloom Where You’re Planted”.
(Ah, to be a piper at that funeral! You could’ve played “The flowers of the forest are a’ wede awa”.)