I had wanted to be "more visible" during yesterday's service, but hadn't counted on being part of an impromptu dance performance. Almost immediately after it was over, the congregation's "talented tenth" rushed up to give me hugs. And that included Bing who is an accomplished Gilbert and Sullivan interpreter, Colette a published author, and Hallie' ( Read more... )

Despite everything, I found myself spending a good deal of the following Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday secretly bemoaning the fact that the Mass received what I considered short-shrift in Mr. K's blog a day or two later. It was puzzling because he tarried far longer after the so-called, "Postlude" than I'd ever seen him ( Read more... )

I am pinching myself this morning in order to make sure the previous week was actual and not part of a digital algorithm implanted in my forehead. It was really one of those weeks and I've just finished checking Mr. K's blog to compare notes on its highpoint which was yesterday's "jazz mass" into which I was drafted at the very end of last week's ( Read more... )

 I forgot to mention that by the time i finally setttled down to a seat in back of Crosby and Cyrus, I had found myself in the same row as JC and his wife. She probably has the most beautiful voice of any woman not presently in the choir. It was a lot of fun trying to sing harmony with her. There were a couple of LEVAS selections at different ( Read more... )

The Episcopal calendar is full of little occasions and festival days made to commemorate or to celebrate something, usually an event in the life of Christ. Pentecost Sunday is as close to the 50th day as possible from Easter and is remembered as the day Christ last appeared in front of the Disciples. According to Scripture, He appeared in a ball of ( Read more... )

I got out of dance class just in tie to see a troop of Ferguson protesters marching down West 57th Street. Right past the Hooters. They occupied the entire traffic lane for half a block. They had a real good chant, "Hands Up, Don't Shoot" and the placards were printed in nice bold letters easily readable from the sidewalk.

Well, I've done it, this time. Fifteen minutes into Coffee Hour and I'd committed the sin of gossip. Wait, is gossip a sin? I guess St. Paul says something about it. I'm not sure whether Moses did ( Read more... )

I haven't blogged much about my tap dance lessons lately. Mostly because I had to cut back on them until I could bring down my outstanding credit card debt. I think this will be a recurring problem until I qualify for Medicare ( Read more... )

So, I blew my entire entertainment budget for the week on "Hat's Off", the Mimi Weddell documentary at Quad Film Center. It was worth it ( Read more... )

Don had a bit of news at last night's class. He's in a documentary! One of his oldest students (literally), Mimi Weddell, is a character actress with quite a long list of credits. She's in her nineties. About ten years ago, Don filmed a segment of the docu, which is all about Mimi, with her at the studio, giving his weekly tap lesson, same as ( Read more... )