Vlad won a game of Wingspan, finally, with the family’s new high score of 100. I couldn’t see what was happening on his side of the table ... but it doesn’t matter. It’s not a game in which what one player does has a big effect on other players.
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.