This morning I was going to work in the apartment for four hours, but we had to be out at eleven, and there was no way I'd be ready to work before seven. Instead, I worked from eight to ten and said I'd do the other two hours this afternoon. Famie went to her first dance class, and when I was done with work (mostly checking emails), I packed everything up and left. I was lugging my work laptop, my violin, and my purse, and of course this was the day I took a wrong turn after going to the Celtic Cultural Center for days, so I went a tiny bit out of my way before realizing my mistake. I still got to the Center in time to register for one last fiddling class. It was actually open to any instrument, to learn the music of the Sliabh Luachra area of Ireland. The teacher played the accordion, and we had three fiddles, one concertina, and one pipe player in the class. We learned three tunes, and some of the women (we were all women, except for the teacher, who was a rather attractive man) made sure to let everyone know what experts they were in Irish tunes, but I fumbled along trying to learn the new tunes, and it felt like the teacher was most impressed with me, because he knew I was actually learning them on the spot.
Famie and I grabbed a quick lunch and then had an easy drive home, chatting amiably, but we were surprised by the amount of traffic midday, even in the middle of nowhere. I logged back on and did two more hours of work, then when Travalon came home, we planned to go to Mass at the church two minutes away, since it seemed to be the only one having a late enough Mass for the Assumption to accommodate us working stiffs. However, when we got there, only a couple of other people were there, and we were all confused until one guy called and found out the Mass was at the church in a tiny town twenty minutes away, because this is a merged parish and we all misunderstood the code for which physical church the Mass would be at. Who knew SM meant St. Michael's, not St. Mary's? By then Mass would have been half over if we'd gone to the other church, and it would be half over by the time we got to the Spanish Mass across town. We looked frantically for other Masses, but the A-frame church we went to last weekend makes you log in to see their bulletins, and we don't have a login. I am really getting fed up with the Catholic Church. How can they demand we attend Mass and then make it impossible to get to if you work full-time?
Here are some photos from this weekend. First is the rainbow we saw Tuesday night.
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