Stray thoughts and a meme
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captainsblogToday was the third Sunday after Epiphany, or as it is more informally known on our local church calendar, "Gremlin Day."
Things were tough enough to begin with, being down a minister, but then the second of our usual three-pastor staff was also MIA this morning after a death in her family the other day. This sadness also took Pastor Daryl's daughter out of commission- she usually assists in shepherding the 3-through-10-year olds for the "extended session" of Sunday School which follows the childrens' sermon at the 11:00 service- so Emily agreed to pinch-hit for Kaitlin today. They were great fun, but totally exhausting, Em reported.
Even before the kids left the sanctuary, things were already going bump. Our childrens' choir uses a series of songs provided by a publisher that relies on an audio CD for the music track. The kids all get a copy of the karaoke-style disk with all the songs before the season begins, so they can "rehearse" in their parents' cars on the way to soccer practice and whatnot. All works out fine as long as the CD plays on the sanctuary sound system, which, this morning, it did not- and this choral bunch (average age, maybe, seven?) did a remarkable job of finishing the anthem a cappella while the choir director fumbled around trying to find the emergency backup page of sheet music.
Mogwai and Friends continued haunting the upstairs level after the itty-bitties left. This morning's acolytes were among the younger and, therefore, shorter of the current year's crew, and even the taller of the two had trouble snuffing the "Christ candle" which burns on the outside of the pulpit. After numerous tries, the poor kid still hadn't extinguished the eternal flame, so our temporary preacher grabbed the snuffer from her and, after a couple of her own tries, even she couldn't get the damn candle out. Fifteen minutes later, I passed by the back of the sanctuary on the way from the coffee urn and even then it was brightly burning, so Emily (confirmation class of '05) and I (class of '74) headed up to keep the building from burning down.... finally snuffing out Our Lord on OUR third try. And rest in peace, Mrs. Jahn, I didn't touch the brass.
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After an afternoon of dull chores and much-needed battery recharging (my mp3s, my cell phones, and especially mine own), Eleanor got home from work. She started driving herself in yesterday after they bumped her start time up, and she seems to be doing okay with it. We hadn't done much movie-watching during the worst of her knee pain, but we've made up for it the past two nights.
Saturday Night at the Movies was Robin Hood: Men in Tights, a Mel Brooks pick that Em has been begging for over the past few months and which I found while looking for something else at the library earlier that afternoon. It's not his finest comedic hour by any means, but I laughed my fool head off anyway, mainly because, unlike Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein (both of which are noticeably homaged in this later film), simply because I DON'T know all of its jokes by heart, they're fresher and at least temporarily funnier.
Tonight's fare was far more serious: My Left Foot, which I don't recall seeing when it first came out. I knew the story to be a difficult but ultimately redeeming one, and Daniel Day-Lewis's performance (as well as that of his younger counterpart in the early flashbacks) rose to every level of expectation. What I didn't expect was the pedigree of the supporting cast, particularly, that Christy Brown's medical mentor, Dr. Eileen Cole, would be played by an actress who would go on to two of the tightest-assed performances of the past fifteen years- as Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia, and before that as Mrs. Reed in the Zeffirelli adaptation of Jane Eyre.
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Finally, courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baseballchica03:
The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
* What I create will be just for you.
* I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
* You will receive your item before the end of the year.
* You will have no clue what the item is going to be. It could be a story or poetry. It could be a piece of handmade jewelry or an art doll. I may draw, paint, collage or knit something. I might bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
* I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to re-post this meme and make and send out five surprises of your own.
Things were tough enough to begin with, being down a minister, but then the second of our usual three-pastor staff was also MIA this morning after a death in her family the other day. This sadness also took Pastor Daryl's daughter out of commission- she usually assists in shepherding the 3-through-10-year olds for the "extended session" of Sunday School which follows the childrens' sermon at the 11:00 service- so Emily agreed to pinch-hit for Kaitlin today. They were great fun, but totally exhausting, Em reported.
Even before the kids left the sanctuary, things were already going bump. Our childrens' choir uses a series of songs provided by a publisher that relies on an audio CD for the music track. The kids all get a copy of the karaoke-style disk with all the songs before the season begins, so they can "rehearse" in their parents' cars on the way to soccer practice and whatnot. All works out fine as long as the CD plays on the sanctuary sound system, which, this morning, it did not- and this choral bunch (average age, maybe, seven?) did a remarkable job of finishing the anthem a cappella while the choir director fumbled around trying to find the emergency backup page of sheet music.
Mogwai and Friends continued haunting the upstairs level after the itty-bitties left. This morning's acolytes were among the younger and, therefore, shorter of the current year's crew, and even the taller of the two had trouble snuffing the "Christ candle" which burns on the outside of the pulpit. After numerous tries, the poor kid still hadn't extinguished the eternal flame, so our temporary preacher grabbed the snuffer from her and, after a couple of her own tries, even she couldn't get the damn candle out. Fifteen minutes later, I passed by the back of the sanctuary on the way from the coffee urn and even then it was brightly burning, so Emily (confirmation class of '05) and I (class of '74) headed up to keep the building from burning down.... finally snuffing out Our Lord on OUR third try. And rest in peace, Mrs. Jahn, I didn't touch the brass.
----
After an afternoon of dull chores and much-needed battery recharging (my mp3s, my cell phones, and especially mine own), Eleanor got home from work. She started driving herself in yesterday after they bumped her start time up, and she seems to be doing okay with it. We hadn't done much movie-watching during the worst of her knee pain, but we've made up for it the past two nights.
Saturday Night at the Movies was Robin Hood: Men in Tights, a Mel Brooks pick that Em has been begging for over the past few months and which I found while looking for something else at the library earlier that afternoon. It's not his finest comedic hour by any means, but I laughed my fool head off anyway, mainly because, unlike Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein (both of which are noticeably homaged in this later film), simply because I DON'T know all of its jokes by heart, they're fresher and at least temporarily funnier.
Tonight's fare was far more serious: My Left Foot, which I don't recall seeing when it first came out. I knew the story to be a difficult but ultimately redeeming one, and Daniel Day-Lewis's performance (as well as that of his younger counterpart in the early flashbacks) rose to every level of expectation. What I didn't expect was the pedigree of the supporting cast, particularly, that Christy Brown's medical mentor, Dr. Eileen Cole, would be played by an actress who would go on to two of the tightest-assed performances of the past fifteen years- as Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia, and before that as Mrs. Reed in the Zeffirelli adaptation of Jane Eyre.
----
Finally, courtesy of
baseballchica03:The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
* What I create will be just for you.
* I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
* You will receive your item before the end of the year.
* You will have no clue what the item is going to be. It could be a story or poetry. It could be a piece of handmade jewelry or an art doll. I may draw, paint, collage or knit something. I might bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
* I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to re-post this meme and make and send out five surprises of your own.
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Date: 2009-01-26 03:18 am (UTC)But yay you for doing it! I'm glad for the next five people who reply to you!
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Date: 2009-01-26 06:43 am (UTC)