Not one, but two entries are up in September for the England travel journal. I’m slowly learning to work with images, with the help of the new book. I think I messed with one of them too much, and will fix it later.
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A typical Sunday at Holy Moly. We had a substitute priest, as Fr. Lundberg is on the beach in Florida somewhere. Our choir party-piece went off all right (a simple round: “When Jesus Wept”), although I blew the last line of the third repeat. However, I was singing third voice (of four) so I doubt anybody but Scott, the Ineffable Bass, noticed. Bob the organist played a variation on “Hylfrydol” by Ralph Vaughn Williams for the postlude – that seemed to go off well. After the service, he asked me to look into getting a small amount budgeted so he…
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I’m going back to bed. I went to bed really, REALLY early (it started out as an afternoon nap). I woke up a couple of hours ago; my back was hurting so much that finally I came downstairs for a sandwich. As much as I liked our mattress when we got it, I have to admit I’m not getting the kind of back support I need out of it. It’s a pillow-top… probably should have gone with something firmer. Dammit. On a related note, we went out and bought a new sofa and chair for the family room. It was…
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Seen in “Get Fuzzy:” Rob’s wearing the livery of the Eye of Mordor. In these post-movie days, if you want to make an obscure LOTR reference, it had better be something from the book that didn’t make it on-screen.