Mon: Shovelled snow at Hull's. Met at Seattle Arthur with Anglican youth and Rev. Nancy to plan "Welcome Home" service.
During my meals I was watching "The Making of 'Taxi Driver'". Later I watched "Meet Joe Black" which I didn't care for.
Evening: Went shopping with Tim at ValVill, Walmart, Old Navy and Canadian Liar. Then we went to see "Closer". Afterwards, I asked Tim to remind me, if necessary, not to conduct my relationships the way the 4 central characters did.
Tue: Shovelling and shopping during the day.
Evening: Christmas Eve practice with Sylvia and Erica. Then hung out with some of the Friday night hockey guys: Tim, Chris, Paul and Eric. Chris witnessed a car accident out on Memorial and so had to give a statement.
Wed morning: Met with Tim and Eric at Tim's. Stayed for lunch.
Afternoon: Shopping. Served at Superstore by Karen who said it had been forever since she'd seen me. Technically that's not true.
Had sauna and supper at my parents' place and rode the elevator there with Mike Gravelle. I told him I'd just been in a play with his cousin. He said that all the Gravelles are in theatre one way or another. ha ha
Watched "Tucker" with Tim at his place.
Thu. afternoon: Sang at Pioneer Ridge then had coffee there with the worker, Jennifer Mayo (*not* the highschool Jennifer Mayo that some of you know).
To ValVill and Chapters: There I saw Annika and Eerika Vastamaki, Matt Hoskin, Charlene Backstrom, Neil E. Dainio III and Victor Leonardi.
Evening: Christmas Eve rehearsal.
Fri: Lunch at Tim's again. Then wrapped gifts at home. Christmas Eve service at Church of Christ bldg. Played guitar and pretended to be angelic. Do angels adjust their glasses while reading their lines?
Sat morning: Service at St. Luke's. I like taking real wine. It feels to me as if something is *really* happening. ;) Lunch with various others at Suttons'.
Afternoon: Sauna and lamb supper and presents with just my Mum and Dad at their place. Spoke to my sister (in Georgia) for the first time since June 2001. Watched "White Christmas". Mum drove me home because my car wouldn't start.
Sun morning: Led communion at church. Ray Clark (Charisse's dad) tried to start my car. CAA boosted it and said it was flooded.
Sun evening: Beef supper with Dougs Livingston Jr. & Sr., Derek, Greg and my parents.
Mon afternoon: Coffee in Intercity with Spuro and Karen Sourtzis. (I went to highschool with Spuro. He teaches in Dryden.) Saw Melos and Terri & Bethany Vieira.
Evening: Harbron Heckuvahullabaloo Chatted the most with Vern Martin (former camper of mine and Head Cabin Leader). He has been through crap, too. Hasn't everyone?
Tue afternoon: Our church's turn at Shelter House. Ate remaining ham off three big bones. Was *very* thirsty. Then met with my Youth Ministry Advisory Committee at St. Mike's.
Wed morning: Breakfast at Hoito with Tara and Bryan Fulton (from "Toronto"). (Tara grew up in our church. Bryan was a camper and staff at DBC.) Also there were Annika V., Nathan Barnes and Peter Wynalda. I should have introduced T & B (and PW) to AV as they all have ISCF in common. As well B had Redwood in common with N. Maybe life swirls cosmically around the Hoito.
Afternoon: Sauna and supper again with Mum. Then led singing at St. Mike's for the Welcome Home Service. Talked the most with Dave Ruberry whose wife and kids used to help with Horsemanship at DBC.
Thu. Slept much of the afternoon. Watched "Blackadder's Christmas" (which features Robbie Coltrane "Hagrid" from HP movies). Worked on my website for most of the evening.
Fri morning: Men's breakfast at Arthur St. Fat Cats. I used to go every week. I'm going to try to get back into the habit. I set my alarm incorrectly, but I made it there anyway.
Don't you feel better for knowing this?
Friday, December 31, 2004
Sunday, December 26, 2004
St. Stephen's Day
I'm hiding out in the back bedroom of my parents' condo for a while. It's 45 min. until supper and the 3 nephews arrived and are talking to each other about their on-line war game. I tried asking a question or two, but then they continue on and I'm lost. I guess I feel anxious because I'm afraid my Dad will eventually grow tired of it and tell them to stop, but I think he's just tuning it out.
I suppose I could ask them how they've been doing the last few days, but that will lead back to the same thing. I could fake interest, or I could maybe even *be* interested if the conversation was being conducted in a way which was intended to include outsiders, but it's not. They are too young (and damaged) to think much about such things.
I could fight my way in, but maybe I'm too old (and damaged).
Spent the last two days worrying about starting my car. I finally had it boosted by CAA and it's downstairs in the parkade, plugged in, after recharging the battery.
I think I should not have bought this car, or at least not so fast, but I was given every indication that I would attending the CSSM Ministries conference in the Soo back in April '03 and needed to replace my previous car which would not have been safe to drive that far.
So I made a rushed choice and bought it from a backyard mechanic. I think I'd have done better to have waited and probably would have had the camp board not been so eager at the end of March that I agree to be reintegrated. Had I known they would so soon reverse their decision, I would have driven the Pontiac a little longer while looking for something a bit more expensive, but that wouldnt have cost me as much in repairs and grief.
So here I am on the computer, because my nephews talk about computers "too much". Hmm.
I suppose I could ask them how they've been doing the last few days, but that will lead back to the same thing. I could fake interest, or I could maybe even *be* interested if the conversation was being conducted in a way which was intended to include outsiders, but it's not. They are too young (and damaged) to think much about such things.
I could fight my way in, but maybe I'm too old (and damaged).
Spent the last two days worrying about starting my car. I finally had it boosted by CAA and it's downstairs in the parkade, plugged in, after recharging the battery.
I think I should not have bought this car, or at least not so fast, but I was given every indication that I would attending the CSSM Ministries conference in the Soo back in April '03 and needed to replace my previous car which would not have been safe to drive that far.
So I made a rushed choice and bought it from a backyard mechanic. I think I'd have done better to have waited and probably would have had the camp board not been so eager at the end of March that I agree to be reintegrated. Had I known they would so soon reverse their decision, I would have driven the Pontiac a little longer while looking for something a bit more expensive, but that wouldnt have cost me as much in repairs and grief.
So here I am on the computer, because my nephews talk about computers "too much". Hmm.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
There is no "Celsius" in "Excelsis".
It's not "ex-chel-sius". It's closer to "egg-shell-cease".
But I decided it was of little importance to pass this info on to the man singing beside me at the Christmas morning service at St. Luke's. Not after he shared in the Thanksgiving time his gratitude to Jesus for hiding his keys to his gun cabinet last Friday, when the pain of his ugly divorce led him to the point of almost believing the lie (as he put it).
(That's an "ugly" divorce as opposed to a beautiful one? The most positive adjective for a divorce I ever hear given is "amiable".)
But of course a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. How do I know that "sius" was not a common mispronunciation of "cis" among ancient Latin speakers (or the original angels -- except that I imagine they were speaking to the shepherds in Aramaic or possibly Hebrew or Greek)? Maybe this is therefore an "authentic mistake".
My Latin knowledge is based on a partial reading of a DIY Latin text and watching "Goodbye Mr. Chips". According to both, the Classical Latin pronunciation would be "ekskelsis" anyway. It was the trained music teacher at TB Christian School who taught us the Choral Latin pronunciation.
In "Mr Chips" he is (in effect) instructed that from then on Cicero would continue to be "Sisero" in History lessons, but become "Kikero" in Latin class (and "Chichero" in chapel?)
In "The Passion of the Christ" unfortunately Christ and Pilate converse in Choral (Ecclesiastical) Latin, which I take to be an anachronism.
But again do I really know that? Perhaps Classical Latin was already devolving into Ecclesiastical Latin at that point especially in the provinces. (My guess though is that Mel wanted the Latin in the movie to be the same as the language which he prefers in the Mass.)
But, in any case, I doubt that any of this passed through the mind of the pain-and-gratitude-filled man worshipping beside me. Nor is it likely to.
Nor does it ever need to.
But I decided it was of little importance to pass this info on to the man singing beside me at the Christmas morning service at St. Luke's. Not after he shared in the Thanksgiving time his gratitude to Jesus for hiding his keys to his gun cabinet last Friday, when the pain of his ugly divorce led him to the point of almost believing the lie (as he put it).
(That's an "ugly" divorce as opposed to a beautiful one? The most positive adjective for a divorce I ever hear given is "amiable".)
But of course a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. How do I know that "sius" was not a common mispronunciation of "cis" among ancient Latin speakers (or the original angels -- except that I imagine they were speaking to the shepherds in Aramaic or possibly Hebrew or Greek)? Maybe this is therefore an "authentic mistake".
My Latin knowledge is based on a partial reading of a DIY Latin text and watching "Goodbye Mr. Chips". According to both, the Classical Latin pronunciation would be "ekskelsis" anyway. It was the trained music teacher at TB Christian School who taught us the Choral Latin pronunciation.
In "Mr Chips" he is (in effect) instructed that from then on Cicero would continue to be "Sisero" in History lessons, but become "Kikero" in Latin class (and "Chichero" in chapel?)
In "The Passion of the Christ" unfortunately Christ and Pilate converse in Choral (Ecclesiastical) Latin, which I take to be an anachronism.
But again do I really know that? Perhaps Classical Latin was already devolving into Ecclesiastical Latin at that point especially in the provinces. (My guess though is that Mel wanted the Latin in the movie to be the same as the language which he prefers in the Mass.)
But, in any case, I doubt that any of this passed through the mind of the pain-and-gratitude-filled man worshipping beside me. Nor is it likely to.
Nor does it ever need to.
Friday, December 24, 2004
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
"He's Just Not Into You."
Miriam (Tim's wife, who is much more in the pop culture loop than I now) was telling me about the above phrase and resulting book -- something to do with that being the response to a woman's question "Why hasn't he called me for __ days (or weeks)?", as if that guy (whoever he is) can speak for all men. Well, Miriam and I agreed that it's not necessarily true. Of course, it's not. That just seems so obvious to me.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Last Week
Here's what I did last week with little philosophizing or ranting:
Monday evening: Walked to IV Area Committee (at Suttons' near TBCF) and back. It was sort of our Christmas party, because we had munchies.
Tuesday: Started Christmas shopping at Victoriaville and Great Northwest Coffee Co.
Walked to Cambrian Players Board Mtg in the evening. Eva was feeling sick and so pushed Gabe to end by 2030hrs. Walked home. Early night (2330).
Wed. morning: Met with Tim and Eric.
Supper with my parents and nephew. Then Tim and I went to Value Village (bought the Pueblo style dark Phoenix jersey which people have commented on as "Christmassy"), then Chapters/Starbucks and then "Ocean's Twelve" (which I didn't particularly enjoy).
Thu. afternoon: Had coffee with Annika (and her Sista-the-Barista, Eerika, and Mike Hurlbert) at Starbucks. Actually, E and M just stopped by separately, but I could misrepresent it to you simply by saying A and I had coffee with E and M, which is accurate, but imprecise enough to be misleading.
Thu evening: Small Group at Lappalas', but they had to skip out to the Jedi play at Magnus for most of it. So I led in the inscribing of requests into the sacred book.
Fri. morning: Read one of the candidate plays for Cambrian Players and delivered it to Rebecca S. who works nearby at Cook Engineering. Went to Youth Leaders meeting which wasn't and so instead hung out alone at Starbucks (served by Eerika), reading sections of "Political Philosophy and the God of Abraham" by Pangle. Sang carols (to Mike H.'s grandmother etc.) at Pinewood Court.
Fri. evening: Went *way* earlier than necessary to church Christmas party. Led carols there, too. Then went to a youth event at St. Thomas' and led carols (& praise songs) tere too. This involved skipping hockey, but we did play a bit of floor hockey. Another early night (0030).
Sat. Spent much of the day reading Pangle for the evening discussion with Tim, Chris Minor and Patrick Cain. Rick Three stopped by and picked up his bed etc. from my dining room.
The evening discussion was at Chris and Zuly's and was invigorating. Is creation "good" inherently and therefore God "saw" (recognized) that or did God "see TO IT" that it was good? A plain reading of the text suggests the former, but then doesn't that mean that God was not totally free in His creating, but limited only to what was (eternally, pre-existingly) good? Okay, that's a bit of philosophizing. But no ranting.
Sun. morning: Children's Christmas play. Led singing for church.
Sun. afternoon: Lunch at East Side Mario's with my parents', Doug Livingston Sr. and the 3 oldest nephews (MIB). "Christingle" service at St. George's. One day I'll post a picture of a Christingle. Chatted there with Rose McGratten (wife of Dorion board member).
Sun. evening: Superstore (Travia and Sylvis were looking for Rauni.) Then "Deeper Water" at St. Luke's. Krista asked me if I could play bass with them in future. I think I basically said, "Sure, after all, I can play the guitar!" (That's for you, Robin.)
Monday evening: Walked to IV Area Committee (at Suttons' near TBCF) and back. It was sort of our Christmas party, because we had munchies.
Tuesday: Started Christmas shopping at Victoriaville and Great Northwest Coffee Co.
Walked to Cambrian Players Board Mtg in the evening. Eva was feeling sick and so pushed Gabe to end by 2030hrs. Walked home. Early night (2330).
Wed. morning: Met with Tim and Eric.
Supper with my parents and nephew. Then Tim and I went to Value Village (bought the Pueblo style dark Phoenix jersey which people have commented on as "Christmassy"), then Chapters/Starbucks and then "Ocean's Twelve" (which I didn't particularly enjoy).
Thu. afternoon: Had coffee with Annika (and her Sista-the-Barista, Eerika, and Mike Hurlbert) at Starbucks. Actually, E and M just stopped by separately, but I could misrepresent it to you simply by saying A and I had coffee with E and M, which is accurate, but imprecise enough to be misleading.
Thu evening: Small Group at Lappalas', but they had to skip out to the Jedi play at Magnus for most of it. So I led in the inscribing of requests into the sacred book.
Fri. morning: Read one of the candidate plays for Cambrian Players and delivered it to Rebecca S. who works nearby at Cook Engineering. Went to Youth Leaders meeting which wasn't and so instead hung out alone at Starbucks (served by Eerika), reading sections of "Political Philosophy and the God of Abraham" by Pangle. Sang carols (to Mike H.'s grandmother etc.) at Pinewood Court.
Fri. evening: Went *way* earlier than necessary to church Christmas party. Led carols there, too. Then went to a youth event at St. Thomas' and led carols (& praise songs) tere too. This involved skipping hockey, but we did play a bit of floor hockey. Another early night (0030).
Sat. Spent much of the day reading Pangle for the evening discussion with Tim, Chris Minor and Patrick Cain. Rick Three stopped by and picked up his bed etc. from my dining room.
The evening discussion was at Chris and Zuly's and was invigorating. Is creation "good" inherently and therefore God "saw" (recognized) that or did God "see TO IT" that it was good? A plain reading of the text suggests the former, but then doesn't that mean that God was not totally free in His creating, but limited only to what was (eternally, pre-existingly) good? Okay, that's a bit of philosophizing. But no ranting.
Sun. morning: Children's Christmas play. Led singing for church.
Sun. afternoon: Lunch at East Side Mario's with my parents', Doug Livingston Sr. and the 3 oldest nephews (MIB). "Christingle" service at St. George's. One day I'll post a picture of a Christingle. Chatted there with Rose McGratten (wife of Dorion board member).
Sun. evening: Superstore (Travia and Sylvis were looking for Rauni.) Then "Deeper Water" at St. Luke's. Krista asked me if I could play bass with them in future. I think I basically said, "Sure, after all, I can play the guitar!" (That's for you, Robin.)
Friday, December 17, 2004
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Christmas slogans
"Keep the Mass in Christmas." (Roman Catholics)
"Keep the Mass out of Christmas." (Baptists)
"Keep the "t" in Christmas." (Elocutionists)
"Keep Christ in Weihnachten." (Confused German)
"Put Mashiach into Chanukah." ("Messianic" Jews)
"Saturn is the reason for the season." (Historians)
"Keep the Mass out of Christmas." (Baptists)
"Keep the "t" in Christmas." (Elocutionists)
"Keep Christ in Weihnachten." (Confused German)
"Put Mashiach into Chanukah." ("Messianic" Jews)
"Saturn is the reason for the season." (Historians)
Answers
I don't seem to be able to post a comment right now.
The in-joke re. Robin's is that *every* Friday we go to Robin's *Donuts* (not Pizza, Tim!) after hockey. Last week I emailed my schedule to Tim saying I was going to Robin's after hockey and he wondered why I was going to Harbrons' place so late at night.
There. Now it's not an in-joke. The whole worldwideweb now knows!
Re. shovelling for Hull's. Not for old times sake. For $10.
The in-joke re. Robin's is that *every* Friday we go to Robin's *Donuts* (not Pizza, Tim!) after hockey. Last week I emailed my schedule to Tim saying I was going to Robin's after hockey and he wondered why I was going to Harbrons' place so late at night.
There. Now it's not an in-joke. The whole worldwideweb now knows!
Re. shovelling for Hull's. Not for old times sake. For $10.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
"Jen" not "Jenn" say Robin and Shroom
Okay. I've not been doing a great job of daily blogging. Here's just a quick catchup of events since my last post -- with very little philosophical comment.
Tuesday, Nov. 7 evening: Hung out with Tim at his place. Drank coffee.
Wednesday 1000-1245hrs: Hung out with Tim and Eric at Tim's place. Had lunch there.
Wednesday 1300-1600hrs coffee with Annika and Brian Jones at Seattle Red River. Annika was very animated and inspired re. Frontline having just returned from the Inter-Varsity National Conference. Very encouraging.
Wednesday evening: Tim and Matt and I ate pizza and watched a Japanese film about a blindswordman at my place. (That is we watched the film at my place.) I fell asleep partway through and missed some of the blood.
Thursday lunch: Evangelical Ministerial Christmas Banquet. Sat with Eric and Erica because, of course, I never see them at church. ;) Ken Parker mocked me twice re.my mistletoe Santa hat, apparently fearing that he would be obligated to kiss me if I came too close.
Thursday evening: Grabbed quick supper at Small Group at Tim and Miriam's. My hat "worked" for one there, but she has a bf; so don't get any ideas.
Then skipped out to the Redwood Dessert Theatre production of The Word on the Street mainly to see Brian Whitfield. Sat with Whitfields Senior (and grandson Andrew) and my sister's ex-mother-in-law, Gayle Willoughby. Doug Doyle teased me about my hat, too (but didn't kiss me. Nor did anyone else there, in case you are wondering.)
Back to Small Group -- very small -- all but Lappalas had left.
Friday noon: Youth leaders prayer meeting at Evangel. Then downtown to buy gift for our church's "family".
Home for leftover pizza, while watching more of Steve Martin's "Roxanne" (which I am enjoying, but haven't finished. Don't tell me the ending. If it's realistic, it should be sad).
Friday evening: gifting wrapping with church youth group and then hockey and then Robin's. (That's *Robin's*, Tim.)
Sat. morning: Church Youth/Outreach committe mtg/brunch with Baileys. ;) Worked on sermon on "Joy". Played guitar for Saturday Night Life along with Robin and some of the Interpreter's House gang. Apparently I met Jen Barker, not Jenn Barker. So say Robin and Shroom.
Then I helped lead singing at a Sinter Klaas party at St. George's Anglican. The rector is Dutch and likes to remind his congregation of St. Nicholas' Day (Dec. 6) which is a big deal in the Netherlands.
Afterwards I defragged my harddrive. That gives me a good feeling watching all those clusters get back into line.
Oh, yeah, three older ladies felt obligated by my hat to kiss me at St. George's.
Sunday morning: Led class on Proverbs 26 (the Fool) and preached on Joy. I was not very happy with my effort, knowing that my prep was poor, but some folks liked it.
Birthday Party/Have a Safe Trip lunch for Matt at Kelsey's.
Then to St. Luke's for Deanery Youth Unit meeting, supper and "Deeper Water" service (with Eucharist). Helped Kara and her visiting sister, Pam, lead worship. Cake and coffee afterwards. Talked with Kara (former MPC staff) re. people we know from Manitoba Pioneer Camp and how much we both enjoyed our times there and the intelligent atmosphere of the place.
Shovelled the snow in Hull's parking lot and then came home.
So there you have it.
Tuesday, Nov. 7 evening: Hung out with Tim at his place. Drank coffee.
Wednesday 1000-1245hrs: Hung out with Tim and Eric at Tim's place. Had lunch there.
Wednesday 1300-1600hrs coffee with Annika and Brian Jones at Seattle Red River. Annika was very animated and inspired re. Frontline having just returned from the Inter-Varsity National Conference. Very encouraging.
Wednesday evening: Tim and Matt and I ate pizza and watched a Japanese film about a blindswordman at my place. (That is we watched the film at my place.) I fell asleep partway through and missed some of the blood.
Thursday lunch: Evangelical Ministerial Christmas Banquet. Sat with Eric and Erica because, of course, I never see them at church. ;) Ken Parker mocked me twice re.my mistletoe Santa hat, apparently fearing that he would be obligated to kiss me if I came too close.
Thursday evening: Grabbed quick supper at Small Group at Tim and Miriam's. My hat "worked" for one there, but she has a bf; so don't get any ideas.
Then skipped out to the Redwood Dessert Theatre production of The Word on the Street mainly to see Brian Whitfield. Sat with Whitfields Senior (and grandson Andrew) and my sister's ex-mother-in-law, Gayle Willoughby. Doug Doyle teased me about my hat, too (but didn't kiss me. Nor did anyone else there, in case you are wondering.)
Back to Small Group -- very small -- all but Lappalas had left.
Friday noon: Youth leaders prayer meeting at Evangel. Then downtown to buy gift for our church's "family".
Home for leftover pizza, while watching more of Steve Martin's "Roxanne" (which I am enjoying, but haven't finished. Don't tell me the ending. If it's realistic, it should be sad).
Friday evening: gifting wrapping with church youth group and then hockey and then Robin's. (That's *Robin's*, Tim.)
Sat. morning: Church Youth/Outreach committe mtg/brunch with Baileys. ;) Worked on sermon on "Joy". Played guitar for Saturday Night Life along with Robin and some of the Interpreter's House gang. Apparently I met Jen Barker, not Jenn Barker. So say Robin and Shroom.
Then I helped lead singing at a Sinter Klaas party at St. George's Anglican. The rector is Dutch and likes to remind his congregation of St. Nicholas' Day (Dec. 6) which is a big deal in the Netherlands.
Afterwards I defragged my harddrive. That gives me a good feeling watching all those clusters get back into line.
Oh, yeah, three older ladies felt obligated by my hat to kiss me at St. George's.
Sunday morning: Led class on Proverbs 26 (the Fool) and preached on Joy. I was not very happy with my effort, knowing that my prep was poor, but some folks liked it.
Birthday Party/Have a Safe Trip lunch for Matt at Kelsey's.
Then to St. Luke's for Deanery Youth Unit meeting, supper and "Deeper Water" service (with Eucharist). Helped Kara and her visiting sister, Pam, lead worship. Cake and coffee afterwards. Talked with Kara (former MPC staff) re. people we know from Manitoba Pioneer Camp and how much we both enjoyed our times there and the intelligent atmosphere of the place.
Shovelled the snow in Hull's parking lot and then came home.
So there you have it.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Today I met Jenn Barker
So for two years I've been hearing about Jenn Barker from Robin and Shroom and tonight she was actually leading the program for Saturday Night Life (at which Robin and I play). So now I've actually met her. I just thought that was worth noting.
And last night I scored. Paul Muzzin is a pretty good goalie but my wounded duck shot on his stick must have caused him to laugh and lose concentration. His stick wobbled and my shot dribbled in through the 5hole.
And last night I scored. Paul Muzzin is a pretty good goalie but my wounded duck shot on his stick must have caused him to laugh and lose concentration. His stick wobbled and my shot dribbled in through the 5hole.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Coffeehouse #4: "Double Double" Dec. 5/04
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George is a genius!
Tim and his ghosts
Gord Ellis & Roadie
The power is in the eyes.
Pic o' Peter picking.
Idol in church basement
Never to be performed song
Obvious falsehood
Other participants included Doug Livingston Sr. and Erica Bailey.
George is a genius!
Tim and his ghosts
Gord Ellis & Roadie
The power is in the eyes.
Pic o' Peter picking.
Idol in church basement
Never to be performed song
Obvious falsehood
Other participants included Doug Livingston Sr. and Erica Bailey.
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Friday, December 03, 2004
Carolling at Hull's Bookstore: Dec. 3/04
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| Outside |
| A passing priest joins in.|
Nothing profound to say today (or ever?)
Hull's Bookstore asked Eric (who asked me) to provide some carollers for their extended Friday hours (open until 2100hrs). Due to sickness and other things it ended up being only Erica and me. Eric and the boys did join us for a bit while we sang outside. Inside I used my guitar and we experimented with slaughtering more challenging songs such as "The Holly and the Ivy" (at Paul Capon's request) and John (and Yoko) Lennon's "Happy Xmas (War is Over)" (at no one's request). Fr. John Sovereign also helped me sing the self-contradictory "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence" and soloed on "I Cannot Tell Why He Whom Angels Worship" to the tune of London Derriere.
I had a nice little chat in the kids room with Rianna and Heidi.
Hull's gave us gifts bags as thanks. Mine included a manly John Eldredge book and Erica's contained a Christian romance novel. My water bottle is orange and Erica's is pink.
| Outside |
| A passing priest joins in.|
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