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Busy last few weekends, these.

Easter weekend started a bit early, with a midday service sung by our choir in a FREEZING COLD!!! church. (Easter weekend was cold.) Easter day, we sang a whole lotta music, because, well, Easter! And we went over to my in-laws for lunch and afternoon hanging out.

The following weekend - last weekend, our bishop visited our parish. This meant whole lotta additional music, because, well, Bishop! Bishop Marc Andrus is a really cool guy who likes good modern music, and who preaches a really excellent, clear sermon.

This weekend went like this:
Saturday morning: go to skating class as usual. Fail to understand why our frame is going completely out the window after the mohawk turn in the Fiesta Tango. Come home, shower.
Saturday afternoon: Sing for a while at home, to clear throat of gook.
A little later Saturday afternoon: Go be part of recital, in which I demonstrate to those present that I own a high D. :)
Saturday night: Watch some more of "My Left Foot." Get completely discouraged by how grim it is, and turn it off at the attempted suicide. As Huz puts it, one moral of the story appears to be, "Don't be born Irish."

This morning: go to choir and do somewhat spiffy music because a good friend of our choir conductor, who is a really excellent composer and organist, is in town and is playing with us. Sit and listen to some of his short recital afterwards.
Early this afternoon: go home, change into street clothes. Pick up Huz, retrace steps and overshoot church to end up at in-laws' for Mother's Day lunch and hanging out.
Late this afternoon: go home, do an errand.
This evening: go south a few towns to meet a friend who's temporarily in the neighborhood for dinner. Good times were had. Thanks,