In the thousands of details that have passed over my desktop, through my emails/texts, conversations in stairwells and foyer (foy[e] vs. foy [er]); in the baking of cookies and arranging for teas in between all the services; in the arranging of praise band, children's choir, bell choir, string quartet, adult choir, guest oboist, cantors, organist, pianist, preachers and priests, I forgot one thing.
Myself.
I have no place to sit tonight.
None.
I could go all Russian Orthodox and stand. Somehow I doubt my stamina would last from 2 p.m. until 1 a.m.
Suppose I could hike up my choir cassock and cotta and sit on my conductor's podium; after all, they sprawl all over the floor at St. Mark's during Compline and if it works at our Cathedral, it will work for the local parish.
Ah well. The music is prepped and will be glorious and tomorrow I shall spend a day with food and family in the hinterlands of a gorgeous island.
Merry Christmas to all, whether you're sitting or standing.
I have a folding Ikea stool that I chuck in a shoulder bag to avoid this type of thing. I'm so sorry you forgot yourself, but how typical is that???
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Yes, Yvonne has graciously schooched over so that I may perch beside her.
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