Merry… what a nifty word. New Year’s Resolution – describe more things as merry when applicable.
Things froze up hard, indeed, including part of fthe path I fonged out of the driveway. Parts of it really were every bit as slippery as that night on I-395 near the Pentagon, when traffic was stationary simply because there was absolutely no friction to be had, as in none, as in I’d forgotten what next-to-*no* friction felt like until trying to navigate one stretch of sidewalk. The rest of the world was only extremely slippery 🙂 Parking lots, mostly untreated ’cause of the season, really are “sheets of ice” like unto the icing on a cake. Lots of people came in the back door at church – less walking.
I ducked into St. Pat’s for their “Midnight Mass” (at 10:30 – I got home at midnight 😉 ) on my way home (which wasn’t *really* on my way home since I went via roads, not the icepacks) and shared the songbook with a fellow whose birthday is the 24th. I wondered if it was a conscious or unconscious thing that, at least on Christmas, you’re more “with” other people, not in your private-in-a-crowd personal worship space. (Of course, I probably could have found that if I’d sat in the back …) It occurred to me that entirely too many Christmas songs – at least the ones done at the services I was at – are just way up there in soprano land. I’m gonna find the songs that are down in Untrained Voice Land, where you can sing out (or go and hit the “transpose down a step” on every instrument… they’re all electronic now, right?) .
There were comments on being on a bike on the way out (not by my singing companion, though)… but not as if it were odd; oh, yea, the folks had European accents. The priest loved my outfit 😀 Perchance the blinking lights on the backpack? The Gazelle just has candy canes and a red and green spokelit… but I shall leave the regalia on the Xtra ’til the 6th of January.