Sarah and Lucy at church

It surprised me a little at how much I enjoyed having my daughter, Sarah,and grand daughter, Lucy, at church yesterday.

It cheered me considerably.

Before and after church I had the usual people coming at me. The retired English prof decided that just before the prelude would be a good time to quiz me about the publicity for the Grace Notes Recitals.

This dude is beginning to lose his faculties. He was surprised to find out that during the organ purchase process I had asked for two committees to be formed around the recitals, one for publicity and one for development. He told me he figured I just didn’t care about publicizing the concerts. I tried to make it clear to him that I had only so much energy and wanted to use it to arranging for the recitals. The skill sets needed for publicity and development are available in parishioners such as himself.

All this, just before sitting down and conducting the choir through one verse of “Comfort, comfort ye my people,” then performing three variations. on it by Georg Böhm.

I sometimes feel like Friedman’s dude in the fable with his nerves on the outside of his skin. The only difference is that I try not to act on my shuddering emotional reactions.

My organ playing went well yesterday. Despite the fact that Mary Miller omitted the name of my postlude from the bulletin, people seemed very interested in my Sweelinck toccata. It was fun to perform.