Dr. K I have missed! He wore both suspenders (and socks) this eve, sitting close

by us playing only the piano.

The 6 youngest dwarves and I went to choir rehearsal...Anna the eldest will be

a shoo-in as far as interest and ability but we shall see how this plays out.

We came home w/ two copies of The Mass of the Guardian Angels.

There was present only one other female adult singer; and since this was the first intro

to my girls, I sang soprano that they'd be sure to hear the melodies. When I get to D

above middle C, my (maturing) voice -in this setting- holds such body....I was shocked

to hear myself filling that whole church. little me!! Even standing on the main loft floor, not

the "risers" (which is where the alto's go, but also short people else their mouth is level

and the organ blocks the sound. At least I always thought it did. I would've bet my life

it did! But it doesn't matter. Wow!)

This reminds me of an anecdote about Bl. Pio Nono, the 19th century Pope. As he was

giving the Papal Blessing to a group, a woman was struggling to get the roasry out of

her pocket amidst her children. Pio Nono waved his hand and said, "never mind, Mother,

the blessing goes into the pocket, too."

That's what the voice did!

The lack of choral singing these past months has taken its toll on the higher register.

Something's happened where I seem to have choral and pop chops separate. I do not like

this. I think it's lack of having been in choir. Which I aim to amend, if possible.