Christ, choirs, woodlouse wonderland
Mar. 9th, 2003 09:03 pmSo, a more than usually churchy weekend draws to a close. The Mornington Singers did a Mass gig yesterday, as a goodwill gesture in advance of our concert next Friday -
You do know about the concert on Friday, don't you? 8pm in the Pro Cathedral, Marlborough Street, Dublin 2 - luscious Eastern European music - tickets at the door, 12 or 6 euros.
- followed by a mammoth rehearsal for said concert, and then there was St Ann's as usual this morning. It was ages since I'd been to a Catholic service. I'd forgotten how few cues you get - I was scrambling for half of it. Lucky we were tucked out of sight in the organ loft. (Detailed musings on my complex relationship with Christianity may occur at another time. I've mostly been on a Lugh vibe in church lately, but it varies.)
This afternoon I put on my Real Man hat and cleared out what we laughingly call the "sun room" (although "vile, damp mess" might be a better description, particularly at this time of year). Many woodlice have been scattered to the four winds. Their tribes will tell of this day for generations.
Must go now, as
niallm has dinner ready (ooh yeah, baby, I have him brung low altogether).
You do know about the concert on Friday, don't you? 8pm in the Pro Cathedral, Marlborough Street, Dublin 2 - luscious Eastern European music - tickets at the door, 12 or 6 euros.
- followed by a mammoth rehearsal for said concert, and then there was St Ann's as usual this morning. It was ages since I'd been to a Catholic service. I'd forgotten how few cues you get - I was scrambling for half of it. Lucky we were tucked out of sight in the organ loft. (Detailed musings on my complex relationship with Christianity may occur at another time. I've mostly been on a Lugh vibe in church lately, but it varies.)
This afternoon I put on my Real Man hat and cleared out what we laughingly call the "sun room" (although "vile, damp mess" might be a better description, particularly at this time of year). Many woodlice have been scattered to the four winds. Their tribes will tell of this day for generations.
Must go now, as