Hmmm. Maybe Great-Niece could use a suitcase -- or three ... !

Now that the choir's annual general meeting is over, I am vastly relieved despite awareness that I am now responsible for herding that clowder of opinionated cats. The executive consensus is that the very existence of a plan -- any plan -- would have kept them quiet, but to know that we have a good plan made them wildly happy. They sure clapped loudly enough, and they voted for it with a majority. It might have been unanimous, but I wasn't counting. Perhaps I should have been?

On Monday we inspect our new rehearsal space, yet another church hall. In the post-Christian world that people keep telling me we're in, will there be such spaces for choirs to rehearse in?

Post-Christian, my foot. As soon as the servers started trucking out the soup course (we offered lunch as bait to get the largest attendance possible), the inevitable Protestant pastor leapt to his feet and launched into a prolonged prayer. Took me by surprise ... But I should not be surprised any more; I've lived here four years! Lutheran is default setting of Perth County and, in true white-people fashion, it's assumed that everyone in the room is okay with that.

Well, in future I shall take the initiative and do it myself. "For what we are about to receive, thank God", often truncated to "Thank God", is the traditional form in military messes, and it doesn't take much imagination to make that multi-cultural. (That's Canadian for "one size fits most".)

I finally cleaned the cat hair off the bathroom floor and dusted the library. Yay me.