Heavy Sigh. Can't the 6 p.m. Mass come earlier in the day? Maybe Saturday morning would work better. (I know -- I'm kidding!!!!)
The day started out with -- you guessed it -- sanding the latest drywall project. I really enjoy this job, and there's certainly nothing like the constant smell of drywall dust in your nose, and probably not much to compare to drywall dust in the lungs. Yes, I did wear a mask, which enhanced the sense of smothering. As I said, I love sanding drywall.
After the job was done, I got to do a partial clean-up on the floor -- picking up plastic and drop clothes that had on them what was left of our formerly-textured ceiling.
"What does this have to do with the choir?" you say.
This: I wore myself out.
I got to church quite early, as usual, to practice. Then we (the choir) practiced the communion antiphon. I could feel my voice cracking.
Mass started. Opening hymn: went fine. Preparation hymn: I had practiced O Breathe on Me O Breath of God, which has the same tune, St. Columba. I'd had Daughter find the music for The King of Love My Shepherd Is, but I didn't look at it. I started to play, and Lo And Behold, the accompaniment was completely different (except the melody). It took a few verses to catch on, but I wasn't able to sing. Bummer. Communion: this was the first Sunday of using the Communio Antiphon, which is written with neumes, in Latin, and is not easy. Well, I messed up, and also started to lose my voice, but happily the choir rolled with my punches. (I will blame my trouble on the drywall dust, because it's a convenient excuse.) The recessional hymn went okay, then I made the bad decision to go ahead with my Bach Prelude in C. It went badly. I was just too doggone tired to play it. Live and learn.
End of sob story.
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