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The Petty Mixed With The Profound

The irony is not lost on me.

I was unconsciously wishing for a reason to avoid Kingdom Crusades. Alright, it was a little more toward the front of my awareness.

But my old friend's funeral is Saturday. I wasn't going to go, but after the gathering of the Clan last night to record music for his widow I realized not going wasn't really an option.

Bah. I will be spending a lot of time behind the wheel on Friday and Saturday. But at least I have a good excuse to avoid the vanfull that is also going. I just cannot do the weekend in close proximity with a bunch of other people and crash at a stranger's house anymore. The days of yore when that counted as fun are gone.

Instead I shall go stay with my sister who lives only about an hour from the location of the funeral. I've never been to see her home up there, although she and her husband bought it five or six years ago.

And I shall be forced to miss the season premiere of Battlestar Galactica.

How the petty mixes with the profound in our lives.


The gathering of the Clan and assorted friends to sing Sacred Harp hymns was indeed bittersweet.

We ran through our favorties expeditiously, and I think rather creditably. Twenty years of casual practice paid off. Perhaps 40-50 of us gathered and we made a joyful noisse.

(On a personal level, I was very pleased that my voice lessons have paid off. I managed to get through about 3/4 before my voice failed. In the past it would have been about 1/4. Whether I sang any better or not is a different matter.)

There were the understandably predictable regrets that we only seem to gather en masse when someone dies anymore.

There were the conversations detailing that we are not getting any younger and how we are feeling our mortality.

But there was love and fellowship and goodwill. There was even a certain amount of gratification when KnitGeek and I walked in together and a choral room full of people cheered. Of course they cheered for all the late arrivals, but hey, we were the first late arrivals. I blame it on the Indian restaurant where the food was good, but actually getting it was slooow.

7:56 a.m. - 2006-10-03
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