To the Boss:
Thanks for asking if I printed out the weekly “line of music” for the two singing groups; acknowledging me with a couple of pats or so on my right shoulder area; and just being gracious enough to say thanks and/or great.
But I was unfocused as usual to give you a straight answer (other than responding in the affirmative and again something weird about a few ink and pieces of paper) and have learned to tune out people by NOT giving straight answers/direct eye contact. I must be “autistic” or just plain weird. Sorry.
Anyway, I should have said it was no problem that I’m glad to be your dog, err, support crew to the religious misfits of mostly old farts/seasoned choir members, who surprised us with their loud/nice voices. Rosemary actually read off my copy of the “Heritage Mass” and the Descants sounded beautiful.
Unfortunately, I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing in my Coach bag. Little YasYas to my right was fidgety: I could sense she didn’t want to sit next to me and so did Rosemary, who removed her swollen/bloated form away from me to join the others behind us. Bahaha!
Madam Eme inquired of your Mom, whom I hope is okay because she didn’t show up, which is fine by me because I prefer to have us kids together instead of the elderly parents looking down/after all of us. Sometimes it is good to have a break from the normal people that sits next to me, or not at all since I’m territorial!
Later on, my own parents wondered why I was “late”. Well, I couldn’t leave because I’m SLOW! I had to stop briefly to answer your inquiry and fetch the copy of that print-out for this week’s line of music.
So if you happen to read this blog, don’t forget to email them first and then forward the contents to me. I need September’s line of music prior to this weekend so I could hand Anton the binder of music, which I am sure he doesn’t need because he’s probably just as good as you!
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