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As I do most every day of the week, I was awake by seven this morning. Sometime between half-past and eight, I was out of bed and switching on the computers. This is normal for me on a weekend, when I find I'm tossing and turning unable to sleep, and don't want to waken Rat. After about an hour or so of checking email and Friends pages, I went back to bed where Rat was lovely and warm, and snuggled up to him. Usually I'll only stay in bed for a little while, and get up again when Rat gets up, but today I felt so tired, so in need of rest, that I stayed in bed. I stayed in bed after he brought in our single Easter egg (which we quickly devoured). I stayed in bed after he had thrown me a pen to do the wordsearch on the back of the Easter egg box, and after we had done completed the puzzle bar one word which was not even shown on the answers. It wasn't until Rat was pulling the quilt off me and trying to push me out of bed that I finally rose again. More time in front of the computer, not particularly doing much and desperately trying to upload an image to my image host and not having much luck. And then a lovely "Sunday dinner" consisting of battered chicken, boiled potatoes, boiled onion, cherry tomatoes and some cold sweetcorn. Not exactly within the recommendations of the GI Diet, but tasty and more healthy than some of the things we could have eaten. I don't know when my head began to hurt, but it had been trying to enclose me in pain ever since I woke up. I think it had arrived before food, and it was certainly there after. I went back to bed until it was time to get ready for church, and then finally took something for the now agonising pain in my head. The something worked, and the migraine was gone before practice had even begun. I had half considered not going, but since we've been working on the music for today since Christmas, I didn't want to feel I'd wasted all that effort. The practice didn't go too well, and the service went marginally better. To the trained ear at least. I'm sure it sounded lovely - as long as you don't know what the altos and basses are actually meant to be singing. I find it to be a common thing that the basses in a choir are generally the least musically minded (although having two basses in the family, I must admit to knowing at least two basses with skill in music). Tenors so often seem to be semi-professional singers, or at least in amateur choral societies. Altos don't have to worry about being able to read music as they tend to sing only a few notes in every piece, but most of the altos I have met again tend to be good musicians, one way or another (often music teachers in fact). Sopranos have the least need to be skilled in the art of reading and following music, since they so often sing the tune (and have the greater numbers). But the basses always let the choir down, being large in number (compared to tenors and altos), old of age, and poor at articulation when singing. Not to mention following beats. This is something I noticed in my old choir, but Richard, our choir master, was good at drilling in the notes (plus the fact that my dad already knew half the music from when he'd been a young tenor, and an even younger treble, helped I'm sure). In this choir it is even worse. The one bass who I would expect to be able to sing well (being in another choir, and our contact with the RSCM) just cannot get his words out. So yes, between us, the basses and altos managed to fluff up at least one line per piece, or something thereabouts. It was nothing compared to the beautiful sounds from my old choir on Friday evening (despite the fact that I disliked half the anthems they did). But it was still a wonderful, enjoyable service. The singing was as fun as ever, and it went down a treat with everyone. I'm just my worst critic, that's all. My throat hurts now. I'm sitting here waiting for Jake 2.0 or whatever it is called to finish so that Rat and I can start on dinner. My shoulder hurts from carrying bags yesterday. I'm tired and, apparently, seem to be in a complaining mood, although I didn't really know it until I got to this paragraph. Perhaps I'm just always in a complaining mood. Is there a day I don't have something to moan about? Normally something trivial and meaningless. I wonder, if I had something non-trivial and meaningful to moan about, would I even bother? I'm waffling on about nothing again, musing about things that really should not have thought wasted on. I should listen to 80s music again, that always cheers me up. Or how about ABBA. Post a comment in response: |
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