12/29
It’s
short days left in 2014. Pat O is there with the fire alarm people. I’ve had to
tell them to stop calling me on my cell phone. Apparently some phone wires got
cut in the process of repairing the Internet during the reconstruction of Mc
Alpin. The first crew seemed to think that was all that was wrong. But as we
feared, the official inspector tells us it’s more complicated than that. How
much more, and how expensive, remains to be seen.
David
S has many long wires spread out working on finally resolving the Internet
problems.
Karen
is playing the piano, reflective music as darkness falls. And also seeking help
with an issue.
Later
tonight there’ll be one last chance this year to play the Gate with Marie.
12/30/14
Geoffrey is asleep in the sanctuary again. I knew it was Christmas Eve in New York City
when just at the dramatic moment before
we lit our candles, just before we sang Silent Night, in the perfect still
silence, from the back of the church comes the piercing sounds of Geoffrey’s
snoring.
…..whether we wake or
sleep, we should live together with him… we belong to the
Lord. (1 Thessalonians 5:10)
There’s another man who would appear to be
homeless playing the Beckstein. Or rather, randomly picking out notes.
Occasional musical progressions or phrases, but, well…
I think about saying something. But don’t. I’ll
let it roll awhile.
He finishes. Before he walks out the door, he
turns and looks at me. I’m a famous musician you know? I write for the New York
Philharmonic, and like that. If you want, I can write you some good music. Some
good music. All for free. You know? I thank him. Onward Christian soldiers, he says. And he’s
out the door.
As I get ready to leave, to go visit Rachel,
Geoffrey is still asleep I the back of the sanctuary.
Sleep in heavenly peace….
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