Hey, I got your card and I was tickled.
Monday my pastor surprised me at the last minute (I mean, literally 90 seconds before Mass) by asking me, beinst it’s a special Mary feast, to lead in singing the “Ordinaries”
Well, Mrs. Flexibility here, I hadn’t practiced or prepared, haven’t sung Ordinaries since early March and didn’t have my music with me, but I did it with a right good will.
Looking out at the little 8:30 Holy Day of No Longer an Obligation congregation — about 24 people scattered at alienating distances across the pews in the nave— -looking dispirited like a Biden Rally— I don’t think anyone was singing but me. Felt sad, really.
But leaving Church, an old lady (defined as: older than I am) said something incomprehensible, and I looked at her expressing perplexity with my eyes I guess, so she dropped her mask to her chin and said, “You have a lovely voice.”
Made my day.
Love you and all your chickadees, Tax chiquita.
Sigue cantando.
So pleased to hear from you!
Our music director sang some hymns on Tuesday, but not the Ordinario, because we’ll get in trouble if any of the congregation sings along. We do it all at the Spanish Mass, anyway, and old Don Fabio does a little finger-wagging if the people are singing loudly enough to be heard on the streaming vid.
Happy Guadalupe, and may we all be back in Real Life soon!