I’ve talked of the Christmas Choir I have worked with at our local high school. Of our three performances, we have never had the same people there twice. Tonight was no exception.
Which is also a good sign. A group that can adapt and keep things in tune (well, almost tonight – the piano was too far away and we tended to go off a bit). I have really appreciated each one who has worked with us. Below is tonight’s group – an octet to be sure!
We filled the program with people. The kids ranged from 2 and 3 year olds up to the want-to-be kids who are 97 years old. Each played their part well and we finished with an amazing dessert buffet. I figure around 200 came out.
When we were finished, I assisted in the break down and by around 9:30 we had returned equipment, cleaned up the venue and exited with grace. I imagine I will spend a day or two recuperating from the travels and programs of the last while. And then off to Christmas with my kids and some of my siblings. Should be fun.
Oh, and here is a picture of an angel and Mary. OK, the boy who plays the angel is mostly an angel, except for some days!!
OK, here is a picture. You’ll see it below.
French bread.
Should be elongated – mine was fat.
Should have small slits on top – mine were a little deeper.
Should have risen nicely – mine rose a bit.
But, if at first you don’t succeed, change your expectations? I think not! I’ll try again in the near future. And soon you will all want to be visiting just to savour the flavour of great bread!!
Yesterday was the day to party with my mother. The Ross Payant Nursing Home in Assiniboia, Saskatchewan held their annual Christmas dinner. I was able to attend with my sister, Nadia. Following the lunch, we both headed over to see my other sister, Brenda, who lives in LaFleche.
Mom was in good form, quite enjoyable, although not much talking. I sat and held her hand and just enjoyed her company. When I had walked through the door, she immediately waved. I think I look like my father, so there was probably some recognition, although her dimentia has progressed enough that she seldom knows who anyone is.
The entertainment for the day was a young man, Scott, who played accordion. My sister, Nadia, found that rather funny, thinking that I would be in my glory since I had played accordion when I was younger. Having said that, there is a reason why I no longer play accordion!!
The day began at 6:30 on the road. The trip is approximately five hours one way. I was able to be back home around 7:15 in the evening. By 9:00 I was in Swift Current, picking up my sister, Nadia. We had a pleasant trip there and back, exchanging notes on happenings in our life and just generally having one of those bonding times that brothers and sisters have.
The visit to my sister’s also included coming home with a breadmaker. I can hardly wait to try it out!!