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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ilaine who wrote (20304)	4/2/1999 12:32:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

A good idea. I need gumbo, and oyster loaf. And etouffe. And beignets on the banquet.

To: Ilaine who wrote (20304)	4/2/1999 9:06:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (5) \| Respond to of 71178

Hey Coby, Great to see you! I'm just checking in to see that everyone is all right-- and reporting that 3D has been consuming me this week. Finally got the guys off on their ski trip yesterday. and no market today, so am allowing myself an hour online for fun. It's Holy Week and for musicians that's a very busy time. Either rehearsals or a service every night. Yesterday was Maundy Thursday. This is a new church choir for me (and a new denomination)- and this whole week has been --hmm- can't think of a good word--different? DId you know Maundy comes from the Middle English, Maunde- that back then they washed the feet of the poor on this day before the Last Supper, and that originally it came from the Latin, novum mandatum "new commandment" which is what Jesus gave after washing the disciples' feet. (What was the New Commandment? Probably "Buy Dr Scholl's Foot Powder before the next Maundy Thursday".) All this foot washing made me nervous. I hoped they weren't going to do something like that. Feet are just too personal. I don't know these people well enough to get intimate with their feet. People can be weird about feet. My husband will say. "Don't look at my feet," like it's this very rude thing to do. ANd while I think I have normal feet, even cute ones, I do feel a certain protectiveness about them. And what if you got there and took your shoes off and you had a hole in your sock, or God forbid, your feet smelled. THere are just too many hazards involved. I almost didn't go. But it turned out OK, although the service lasted two hours. First they reeneacted the Last Supper. Then we ALL got to go to our own Last Suppers, which was wonderfully dramatic, in small rooms with only one candle and a loaf of bread and a chalice of grape juice, which I find a moodbreaker. Grape juice is so Koolaidy. I wish they'd use cheap vinegary wine. Or that sweet Manischevitz. THen we all went back into the sanctuary- this is a very large church so that took a while, and we sang these hymns that I only know from old movies, like "THe Old Rugged Cross", and "Were You There", while they draped everything in black. The last anthem was a real tearjerker about A Man of Sorrow with a solo by the Director's Cousin (snide comment by me, who of course thinks she should have done it)only she tried so hard to be dramatic that she lost her place in the music and screwed the words all up and sang: "THe crowd pushed in to see this man, dummdummm condemned to die, ANd as he stood dummdeeduhwalked, and hmmhaaa said good bye." At least she got it to rhyme. She did this several times. We were entranced wondering how the story was going to end. A whole new version. Jesus might not make it to GOlgotha. Then they turned all the lights out in the church, except for one candle, and we processed out in mournful, contemplative silence, only we couldn't see, and the soloist fell down the stairs, and all you could hear was "Ouch!"thunk, "look out!" bang, "Watch it!" "Whoops". I'm so glad I got religion again. I can't wait until Easter. We start at 7 in the morning and sing three services. THey have this giant tent that holds 2000 people! I've never sung in a tent. Life is certainly A Moveable Feast, isn't it.