Today Travalon and I stayed in town because we had too many things to do, like recycle the plastic after Mass. It was the Feast of Pentecost today, and they did sing the sequence at church, but to the tune of "Ode to Joy." My regular readers know I am not a Beethoven fan, so it was insult added to injury that they didn't sing the original, beautiful chant melody, but I gritted my teeth and told myself the words were still just as beautiful, which is true. Still, I'd like to know why it seems you have to choose between terrible aesthetics or supporting a corrupt regime in the American Catholic Church.
After we had recycled the plastic, Travalon and I had some leftovers from last night and then took a walk on Governor's Island. The crazies are back in Three Foot Bay, blasting music from their pontoon boats. Sigh... it would be so nice to have a natural area be quiet, but I also hate to rain on their parade. They're having a great time.
Today only about half of us were at the Brazilian drumming lesson, and beforehand there was a party with an actual Brazilian guy grilling meat. I had a chicken leg, and the spice was unbelievably good. Then during the lesson we were in groups of three, moving between four instruments: the alfea drum, a gourd shaker, a cowbell, and a snare drum (caixa). That was fun and also got me a lot of steps. I loved having so much variety in our lesson today.
We ate leftovers for dinner, and I drank my leftover infused drink from last night, since Travalon said he was driving me to band practice. I totally forgot to mention that the last time I was stoned at band practice, when my aunt and uncle were there, I accidentally froze up one fiddler's iPad by asking my phone to text Travalon. Since both the iPad and the iPhone use the same virtual assistant, Siri, the iPad was confused because it didn't have a contact named Travalon to text, so it just froze up or something. I don't know exactly what happened, I was pretty high, but the fiddler was flustered and I laughed till I couldn't breathe, which really amused my aunt (who was also high). Today I was just a bit stoned, so when our leader called me over to her car to ask why the lights were all flashing, I didn't start laughing hysterically. I simply explained that she must have turned on her hazards, and that the button looks like a triangle. She was looking through the car's manual, and she said, "Hazard! I was looking under Lights! There it is!" I did say something that made Hardingfele laugh, and then I laughed, so Hardingfele may suspect something. I also seemed to be playing the wrong chords now and then, and I struggled with third position. But in general, since we were playing songs I have played for decades, it went okay, and then Travalon picked me up before the others were ready to be done, with an iced decaf pandan latte from Leopold's. That seemed to unstone me, and I don't think anyone noticed anything on Night Prayer. Whew!
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