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BlackPearl of Shadow
Nov. 3rd, 2019 08:29 pmI woke up feeling optimistic this morning, in spite of the fact that I'd been dreaming about being a temporary resident of a city that was being taken over by aliens. I got dressed in concert black, which seemed appropriate to the occasion. I will say in passing that, while it's very nice to find that because you have lost weight, a pair of pants that was just a bit too tight is not too tight any more, it is quite aggravating when you realize that they are just not cut right and it has nothing to do with your waist size. The Sparrowhawk drove me to church at 9:30. I carefully carried the cakes into the social hall. He dropped off the order of service insets he'd produced and folded, and went home until the service started.
We rehearsed as best we could what with everybody coming and going and the children's choir also needing time. Our pianist was getting rattled because he is not used to our helter skelter way of doing things. I told him I felt like that every week, but somehow we usually pulled it off. Usually! He was a very steadying influence and helped us a lot. I'm afraid I was still crap on "Fire and Rain," because yes indeed, I had a part completely different from the melody--basically just various bits of the guitar riffs--and it would have taken me more than twice through to get it right. I'm sure it sounded okay from a distance, though. Everything else came out pretty well. We rehearsed until 11, then played for the service, then rehearsed a few more things before the choir came and took over the space. I dashed home for half an hour with the Sparrowhawk so he could change into a suit and I could get a bite to eat. Then we played for the funeral and went through the sympathy line and saw six or eight more people. At that point, the Sparrowhawk noticed I was getting a bit goofy and finally took me home. I'd been funeralizing for about six hours. Ooof. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the regular service was a day of remembrance so people were talking about the loved ones who had died, and I had to mention my mother and my aunt. We played a couple of hymns that make the Sparrowhawk cry. It was a very emotional and tiring day. I'm glad it's over.
We rehearsed as best we could what with everybody coming and going and the children's choir also needing time. Our pianist was getting rattled because he is not used to our helter skelter way of doing things. I told him I felt like that every week, but somehow we usually pulled it off. Usually! He was a very steadying influence and helped us a lot. I'm afraid I was still crap on "Fire and Rain," because yes indeed, I had a part completely different from the melody--basically just various bits of the guitar riffs--and it would have taken me more than twice through to get it right. I'm sure it sounded okay from a distance, though. Everything else came out pretty well. We rehearsed until 11, then played for the service, then rehearsed a few more things before the choir came and took over the space. I dashed home for half an hour with the Sparrowhawk so he could change into a suit and I could get a bite to eat. Then we played for the funeral and went through the sympathy line and saw six or eight more people. At that point, the Sparrowhawk noticed I was getting a bit goofy and finally took me home. I'd been funeralizing for about six hours. Ooof. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the regular service was a day of remembrance so people were talking about the loved ones who had died, and I had to mention my mother and my aunt. We played a couple of hymns that make the Sparrowhawk cry. It was a very emotional and tiring day. I'm glad it's over.
