Today was a quiet day of working at home, frantically trying to get things done before my vacation starts next week. I started a bit early so I could sneak out early to catch the Big Bendy B Bus. I parked at Lot 206 (since I have a tag), and the bus stop is right there. Three men who were more melanin- and alcohol-enhanced than I was were also waiting for the bus, and of course it was a bit late since it was SO COLD out there. However, I got to my old church just before Mass started, so it's all good. I forget how beautiful it is inside.
I particularly like the
blue backdrop on the reredos, which wasn't a color I saw there frequently - usually green for ordinary time, purple for
Lent and
Advent,
red for Pentecost and Christmas, and
gold for Easter. My OTHER choir director sang and played some little organ thing, since the big organ was damaged in the fire. Hockey Girl and
Richard Bonomo seemed to have organized the whole thing, and after Mass they led a thing where you could be wrapped in a mantle like the one
Our Lady of Guadalupe wore. Then there was a cookie reception downstairs, and Travalon stopped in to say hi to Cecil Markovitch and the
Single B-Boy when he got there after work. Then we picked up my car from Lot 206 and drove home.
It was snowing a bit, but we decided to go to
Alt Brew to see the
Irish band, even if Famie and the red-headed flute player couldn't make it. The show started at six, and it was almost eight by the time we got there, but we did still get to see the university Irish dancers do a number. We saw two
Shamrock Club members there, the two we saw up at the protest - they sure do get around! A woman told a story about a
shillelagh she had inherited, and after things had wrapped up, she came over and said to me, "I thought you looked familiar! I was trying to remember where I knew you from all night! You go to
Mamastep's parties, don't you?" Then I remembered her - she had twins when she was like my age now, which inspired me at the time (there was still hope for me!) but now I can't imagine having a baby or two. Honestly, I can't imagine having school-aged kids like we would now if we had succeeded back then. I'm just too old and tired. They say kids keep you young... but do they? They seem to age some people very fast.
Speaking of kids, Travalon got another drawing of "six seven" from one. Apparently in this depiction, the two integers are romantically involved.
I said the next time a kid says "Six seven" to him, he should respond in
Roman numerals: "Vee I! Vee I I!" Would that shut them up? Probably not, but it's a better chant than "Six seven!"
Also, I completed the December Challenge on DuoLingo.
Travalon asked me, "Who is this Arab guy in a turban?" and I said, "No, that's Vikram. He's Sikh. He's from India." I know Vikram owns a cafe, and oddly Lin, the lazy lesbian whose grandmother Lucy is always on her case to get a job, works for him. That discrepancy is never explained - get off her back, Lucy, she already has a job! Lin is always subverting Vikram's carefully laid plans, and yet somehow things always turn out even better. Vikram also has a podcast where people call in with household questions, and he has a wife named Priti. But to know all this backstory, you have to do Spanish or French, because there was nothing about these characters in the Irish course. Which seems odd, because if there is one group of people who love a good story, it's the Irish. Missed opportunity there, DuoLingo!
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