Yesterday was spent rushing around fixing a paddock for a sick horse
(chronic -- he's going to live there the rest of his life). While we
were doing that, we got a call from the music director at church (the
only thing keeping me from being an atheist is a lack of faith. I go to
church. Different story) -- she's sick, and could #1 son please play her
At church, #1 son sees three bells in front of him and music that calls
for -- at times -- all three bells to be rung and locks up. So at the
very last minute #2 son gets called up, and he rings two bells (I had the
same situation, but we rehearse these pieces so you know when to leave
something out). Both kids are ringing nearly totally cold -- one 20
minute rehearsal, and then it's time to ring in the congregation.
So, we pulled it off. Today it's dinner with the in-laws, AKA bite-your-
"Michael A. Terrell" on Thu, 25 Dec 2014
10:36:43 -0500 typed in rec.crafts.metalworking the following:
And with you also.
"With Age comes Wisdom. Although more often, Age travels alone."