So yesterday was a bit crazy as I thought it would be. Eileen and Barb left around 10 AM to go north for a celebration of Eileen’s Mom’s 90th. On the way they stopped at a nursing home and visited Barb’s Mom. I met with my musicians at 10 AM and we practiced for today.
I had a wedding at 3. There was no one from our community there as far as I could see. I didn’t recognize anyone including the minister. Celebrations like this are bad for my already weak faith. I know people are sincere, but I lost interest in the ceremony and read my Kindle (hopeful unobtrusively). I raised my head to hear the guitarist play (strum) and sing “The wedding song.” The minister remarked afterwards that he had had the same song sang at his wedding forty years ago. I was thinking as the baritone huskily sang the tune that the writers and original performers of this now pretty traditional wedding song were all probably all dead.
A quick google reveals that only Mary is dead.
The other time I raised my head was for the ritual playing of a cd recording of the “our Father.” I noticed that the singer on the recording was the bride herself and that the accompaniment appeared to be a sort karaoke orchestra.
What can I say?
Afterwards as I was posting hymns for today’s service, the photographer was very complimentary of my prelude piano playing (Bach, Mozart). He also was whistling my Brahms postlude. I am playing it again today. I often try to use pieces I already have ready for the weekend service and weddings and funerals if they are at all appropriate.
This Brahms pieces is just the chorale of the First Symphony. It does make a nice little (easy) postlude that fits with the Brahms Cello sonata movement we have planned for the prelude.
I didn’t get paid for the wedding or the funeral yet. I know that my boss will make sure I get paid eventually. But it will probably be after I get back from China. Sigh.
I went to the grocery store to pick up some items we need for the next few days (wine, baileys, ice cream, bread). Then came home to an empty house. Exercised.
I wasn’t expecting Eileen and Barb until later so I read for a while. Then I watched a pretty cool video.
Despite the goofy title this was a great documentary about life in taiga in Russia.
I don’t know how filmmaker Herzog did this documentary but it captured my interested. He follows trappers in this immense area (1.5 the size of the continental USA if I heard correctly). They make their own skis , traps and canoes out of trees. Very cool. About a third of the way in, Eileen and Barb returned. They joined me to watch the rest of it.