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One the way to the library I was thinking, yes, I DO have something to write about today!!!
And then I got here, and I checked my email, and then I started an email a friend, and mid-email I had to stop and google a few things we were talking about, and then I had to finish the email, and then I finally got it all typed and hit send. Nothing else in my in-box, and so I jaunted off to LJ to write...
...
I have no idea what I was going to write about.
I could say I went to church yesterday. I could write about that. It was the Nativity of the Theotokos.
I messed up while singing the anaphora--my favorite one we sing all the time--and I could not find the pitch I was supposed to be on. Drat. No one there to help me with my part, either. I don't know what was wrong with me.
I tried to tell myself it was the sopranos--they must have been wrong, which is why my note sounded all wrong! But alas, I fear it is not so. I just can't seem to do my part on that song without someone there to sing with.
I left depressed instead of uplifted. Obviously worrying too much about me and not enough about God. Not that God needs worrying about, but you know what I mean.
I'll be glad if we can do the same one on Sunday when there's another alto there, or when the regular sopranos are there. Maybe that note is supposed to sound discordant, and I've just never noticed before. That could be... It is a mystery, and it is going to bug me until I hear/do it again and see what it is supposed to sound like.
Sometimes there are notes that are supposed to clash... But not quite so much as I was making it clash, I'm sure!
Ah, well. It keeps me humble, I guess.
And then I got here, and I checked my email, and then I started an email a friend, and mid-email I had to stop and google a few things we were talking about, and then I had to finish the email, and then I finally got it all typed and hit send. Nothing else in my in-box, and so I jaunted off to LJ to write...
...
I have no idea what I was going to write about.
I could say I went to church yesterday. I could write about that. It was the Nativity of the Theotokos.
I messed up while singing the anaphora--my favorite one we sing all the time--and I could not find the pitch I was supposed to be on. Drat. No one there to help me with my part, either. I don't know what was wrong with me.
I tried to tell myself it was the sopranos--they must have been wrong, which is why my note sounded all wrong! But alas, I fear it is not so. I just can't seem to do my part on that song without someone there to sing with.
I left depressed instead of uplifted. Obviously worrying too much about me and not enough about God. Not that God needs worrying about, but you know what I mean.
I'll be glad if we can do the same one on Sunday when there's another alto there, or when the regular sopranos are there. Maybe that note is supposed to sound discordant, and I've just never noticed before. That could be... It is a mystery, and it is going to bug me until I hear/do it again and see what it is supposed to sound like.
Sometimes there are notes that are supposed to clash... But not quite so much as I was making it clash, I'm sure!
Ah, well. It keeps me humble, I guess.