Saturday, December 31, 2016

Happy New Year

I hope all my blog readers have a happy New Year 2017! May it be a million times better than 2016.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Auntie Heaven

"Look, Mama, Auntie made me a gold mustache!"

Thursday, December 29, 2016

In the neighborhood

Guess where we ended up on yesterday's lunchtime walk?

Monday, December 26, 2016

A merry Christmas


We had a very merry Christmas!  I turned Vespers into an oil painting with an app on my phone.


We had a fantastic dinner with the Smiths, complete with the pipe-cleaner ornament contest, a family tradition. Above, Christina explains her ornament, a pictish symbol.  Below, David is slightly skeptical:


Elizabeth created a festivus pole for the airing of grievances.


There were gold crowns and brussel sprout glasses from England!


Thank you, K, D, C, and E! Merry Christmas, everyone!

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Chapter 24: The End


"Oh, hello. How can I help?  Oh, I'm so sorry. So very sorry. Yes, I am being serious. I am always serious. I will certainly talk to our maintenance department to make sure you never find yourself in that situation again. No, I do not think it is funny.  What do you take me for?"



ROLL CREDITS.....


"I still say Widor would have been the right choice."
"I say Vierne."
"WIDOR!"
"VIERNE!"




Friday, December 23, 2016

Chapter 27: In which everything goes back to usual


Colin worked very quickly as he needed to get the essay done by 2:00pm if it was to be included in the bulletin for this weekend.  "The Festus Asinarium died out relatively quickly, and disappeared altogether during the Reformation. It should be restored, for truly salvation history is full of asses, who have humbly borne the burdens of the centuries. Where would the Church, where would the world be, without asses?"

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Chapter 26: Poor Colin


Father Joe:  "I'm so very sorry, Colin.  I know it must be every liturgy director's dream to plan for a Pope."
Colin:  "I guess we will all get over the disappointment in time."
Father Joe:  "Not sure about Tim Furey. He was completely shattered by the news."

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Chapter 25: A visit from Father Joe


"Ah, Tim, just the man I wanted to see. Well, bad news, I'm afraid. The visit is off. Cancelled. Not happening. They decided to go back to New Amsterdam instead. Not even coming to the west coast. Big mistake, if you ask me. Don't know what they're missing. I really lo--I mean, some of your ideas were quite amazing. Everything OK, by the way?"
"Fine. Thanks for asking."

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Chapter 24: Falling climax








Monday, December 19, 2016

Chapter 23: Oops

 
"I'm going to go find out which one FATHER JOE prefers.
I know he will say Widor."


Sunday, December 18, 2016

Chapter 22: Meanwhile, in the Music Office

 
"So, Jay, what are you thinking for the postlude?  Widor Toccata?"
"No. Vierne. Final to Symphony I."
 
 
"I think the Widor would be a better choice."
"The Widor is getting hackneyed. I prefer the Vierne."
 
 
"WIDOR!"
"Vierne."


 

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Chapter 21: Archbishop, it's the Nuncio


"Ciao, Eccellenza!  Just working on my welcoming remarks. Ha, ha!
What can I do you for?"

Friday, December 16, 2016

Chapter 20: Colin has dreams


Colin slept but fitfully that night... when he awoke...


It's finally here! The day of the papal visit has arrived!
Today I get to meet the--
Good God!  IS THAT THE TIME? I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE
FOUR AND A HALF HOURS AGO!


RUN!!!!!


Please--please, let me in--


None may enter here.

"But I'm the Director of L--"

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!


[Pant, pant, gasp, pant... not real... not real... only a... dream...]


Thursday, December 15, 2016

Chapter 19: Roma locuta est


"Let me just jump in here and tell you what I have decided to do musically, visually, and ritually.  First, forty Native American smudgers..."


"Then, four hundred Vietnamese drummers..."


"Then, four thousand singers breaking into Bruckner's Ecce Sacerdos Magnus."


"And then--"


"Ah, mister, what-a is your name? Nonononono. Read the Guida. The papa he like semplicit√†. You understanda me?  Semplicit√†, dignit√†, pace. You reada da Guida."


Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Chapter 18: Msgr. Baciamanipoli


"Grazie, eccellenza. Ciao, tutti. Thank you. Grazie. Now. I place before each of-a you a copy of the Guida Completa. It tell-a you everything you canna and cannota do when the Pope he come-a to your town. Read it before you decide-a even the tiniest thing, i dettagli picccolissimi. You understanda me?"

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Chapter 17: A very important meeting


"Welcome,everyone. Thank you for coming to this preliminary meeting about--I still can't believe it--the papal visit. It's going to be the most extraordinary ecclesial event of our lifetimes. At least since my installation, right? Hahahahaha.  We have a guest with us today who will help our planning process.  Msgr. Guido Baciamanipoli, welcome to Nesqualy!"

Monday, December 12, 2016

Chapter 16: Another great idea


Father Joe:  So what's this all about?
Tim: It's an environmentally friendly cathedra for the visit. Seems perfect, given the Holy Father's interest in protecting the planet.
Colin: What's environmentally friendly about it?



"Behold, the eco-cathedra. Not only is it made from 100% recycled materials, but it is also 100% compostable. After the Pope's visit you can use it to fertilize your garden."


"As you can see, it is made from used furniture boxes. We left some of these fascinating details so you can sense the history behind the piece.  Would someone like to try it out so you can see how sturdy it is?  How about you, sir?"


Colin: No thanks. Not me. Not interested.  Tim...?  Father Joe....? Well, if you insist...


Father Joe:  Thanks for the great suggestion, Tim.  Totally worth the trip to Vashon. Ha, ha, ha!

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Chapter 15: The PAFF's great idea


Colin:  Oh, hi, Amy, what's up?
Amy: I just had a thought for the papal visit. I'm sure you're inundated.
Colin: Not at all.
Amy: I just thought that the Holy Father might enjoy visiting our First Communion group. They're a great bunch of kids. He could just drop in on a class and surprise them. Nothing formal. Or, what would be fun would be to have him stand behind a screen and have a guessing game with the kids. Then, when they guessed who it was, the Holy Father could step right through the screen or something like that. It would actually be great if he could drop in on the 8th graders, too. They need encouragement at that age. The whole thing wouldn't take more than an hour or so.
Colin:  That is a.... er.... Sounds amazing, Amy. Great idea.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Chapter 14: Another quandary

 
 "Hello, Joe, how are ya? Listen, a heads-up on the papal visit. Bob--I mean Bishop O'Halloran down in Oregon City--is pretty--well, he'd like his choir to sing at one of the Masses. Nothing particular, just maybe a prelude piece, and something at offertory and communion.  Tim Furey wouldn't mind, would he? Oh, and I had Confirmations down at St. Rose last night.  One thing led to another and the bottom line is I promised the middle school choir they could sing at some point for the Holy Father. Anyway, really wonderful how everyone wants to be part of this visit, isn't it, Joe?"

Friday, December 9, 2016

Chapter 13: A quandary

Father Joe spoke to the murmured accompaniment of Colin. 


"I don't know how it happened, but the word is out. (It wasn't me, Father Joe, I swear.) I've got everyone I know asking for seats (Me too) and I know a lot of people. I'm scared to think how many promises I've made in the past few days. (You really have to say no sometimes.) I just hope people will have forgotten what I said 14 months from now. (I really doubt it.)"


Thursday, December 8, 2016

Chapter 12: A very big idea

Back in the music office:


"I'd like to speak with the resident goddess of song... Ha, ha, ha. Tim Furey. How are you? Bail me out, will you? No, not literally. I am inviting you to sing for the Pope. Yes, really."

A knock at the door.


The salesman: "These are just samples, of course. The actual finished product will be about 2 feet by 4 feet, mounted to a lightweight flexible pole."


Dr. Furey thought: "Every word in his last encyclical in Latin, carried by dancers in colored bodysuits, who move through the arena and eventually end up in the right order. Like the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, only bigger and more complicated." Dr. Furey said: "The samples look perfect. How much?"


The salesman: "About $300--no, let's say $400 per banner."