To the Boss:
I’m blogging while Claire/Ted talks with my parents. The visitors brought SHJ and IHM and we prayed SLOW to my frustrations. I texted your Mom about the event and I will add you to my prayers for us musical misfits (as per her request). I replied to her text that you are definitely the best we have and SV is blessed.
You are totally talented because you could “improvise” the music effortlessly! I really feel you could improve the place with your “ideas”, which I learned could easily lead to slavery if your aren’t appreciated, no matter how loyal you want to be. The “brutal audience” do have a lot to say, which is why I’ve been providing feedback.
(Maw sensed that you may NOT appreciate my honesty. Tough luck! If you are easily offended, forgive me. I meant only to show you the “light”, which is harsh and bright. If you can take it, bravo! If not, I’m sorry. I hope I’m not the one to make a mess for some personalities (like that mean, spandex-pants bitch who sat to my left,) who have DEEPER problems (probably jealousy of their own.)
So while I’m deaf and blogging, I’m catching snippets of conversations from the old farts. I now realized the reason why the Lawd brought us all together at our local parish: We all have unresolved troubles! Do NOT doubt me! Has sadness now! Feeling more emotional recently. I could sense your Mom is feeling something. She is fidgety!
Anyway, she texted me yesterday about her troubles with the old man. Bottom-line: Y’all need to be clear/communicate well in your wants and needs. So y’all won’t get lost one block apart and misunderstand and get pissed off like cats and dogs later on. I guess they are getting old, like my parents. Haha.
Further, there is NO exception for volunteers, who must provide their whereabouts and feedbacks if they are to participate with other members of the church.
Okay, now I had that list of music clipped towards you. But I guess you grabbed the wrong one! That’s for the choir! Never mind! I meant to provide that same email you sent to us, only the text from the .txt file printed out too small. Oh, well.
Let’s see. What else did I see? You flashed that Masonic sign! How dare you – copy cat! I did too and noticed some girls from the eastern pews were disturbed. Humph! That was before you sat down to play your beautiful “solo”.
Oh, yeah. Later, I got me another oblong piece of the main Eucharistic Host – this time from a shorter Vietnamese lady! I’m truly blessed! Did you see me display that through my teeth? I guess not! Bahaha! I’m weird. I don’t intend to stay at that church.
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