CoversmalpngSinging the Do It Yourself Messiah is my absolute favorite thing to do ever.  I love going with my friends, but I have met really interesting people going by myself too.

The first year I went, a woman came by, looked at the empty seat next to me, and asked me if I knew what I was doing. I told her I'd sung Messiah every year for the last five years with a great choir, so she deigned to sit next to me.  

I can't blame her, it's no fun sitting next to someone who isn't singing, especially as a soprano that sometimes screeches.  Somehow it's ok if we're all screeching together, but if the person next to you isn't singing, not so much.  There was a woman talking at intermission this year in the restroom.  She said that she was sitting next to three people that weren't singing, and the guy next to her made a face and covered his ear when she hit a particularly high note.  Kind of takes the fun out of it, you know?

One year I got a seat towards the front, but I was irritated because there was a young boy with an obviously brand new score sitting down the row from me. Great, someone who won't sing, and will grimace when I hit lovely notes.  And where are his parents?!  I fumed until we started to sing and the most glorious sound I've ever heard came from his direction. A boy soprano. 

Cat Lady

scp I think it’s time for me to embark on a new career as a  quirky cat lady.

Unfortunately, I find myself without a cat at present.

Scruffy, or Madame la Chatte, has developed a habit of moistly expressing her displeasure any time I spent the night away from home on any cushions or upholstered furniture accessible to her.

So yesterday before I left, I locked her in the kitchen. 

She has a cat door in there, but I got tired of worrying about her being out all night (come on, I’m single no kids, I shouldn’t have to worry about anybody being out all night), so I duct taped it shut.  Should have tried Gorilla Tape.  I shoved her litter box in front of it blocking it, she is one strong kitty.  Yesterday we wired it shut, and then duct taped it for good measure. 

I come back today to find all the duct tape removed, paw prints on my counter, and no cat.

Tom Cat was seen walking on my wall last night.

Then I saw my screen.

I unwired the cat door, opened a $3 can of tuna and put it next to her food, and am hoping for the best. 

How can I be a cat lady without a cat?

And Now My Dog Died Too

C Charger stopped eating last week, so my friends in mmmBELLYmay land called the vet, who was treating him.  But, he died on Thursday.  I just got the news today, my friends didn't want to add another stress to my last days in the States.

So, bye bye Charger the Rhodesian Ridgeback.  Buddy the German Shepherd and I will miss you.  Scruffy the cat will not.

C and b

Parting is such sweet sorrow. Phooey.

Leaving Tonight I leave my family and friends to go back to mmmBELLYmay land. 

I am heartbroken.

Yeah, I know Jesus said "All who have given up home or brothers and sisters or father and mother
or children or land for me will be given a hundred times as much."

Not really consoling me right now.  I know it should, but it isn't.

It reminds me of my reaction to the end of this story where the guy who lost all his kids had more to replace them.  I was like, "Fine, replace the cattle, replace the sheep, replace all the stuff, but you just can't replace the kids.  It's not the same."

Leaving is hard.