(I'm still intermittently euphoric when I think about that duet, though...)
Friday was a bit of a sad day at work - the last day for a very good friend of mine, who I've known since high school, and have worked with in one way or another for about 8 years, as well as job sharing with her way back in the MadProfessor days. She's moving to New Zealand on Monday, which is a bit of a shock - I wish I'd known earlier. I'm going to miss her heaps.
And of course, my Centenary Sidekick Postdoc had her last day, too. She is off to Germany to do her postdoc, with a very prestigious fellowship at a very impressive Institute, and it's great for her, but I'll miss her a lot – she's a one of those people who can always be counted on to volunteer and help with things, she is extremely competent and organised, and of course an excellent scientist. And also someone who for some reason I am *always* completely awkward with in person. I have no idea why, since we get on very well, and have a lot of mutual liking and respect for each other we just have trouble actually conversing. I am the Queen of Social Awkwardness sometimes.
Today was meant to be a choir Sunday, but everyone in the choir was sick, so it was cancelled. Orgelcub contacted me yesterday to let me know, and I suggested we sing something anyway - people were expecting music this week, and also, it was supposed to be the last Sunday before our minister, A (whom I like and admire very much), goes on extended sick leave while he has a stem cell transplant for his cancer. I thought it would be nice to give him a good send-off.
Unfortunately, A actually didn't make it today - he collapsed on Thursday and had to go to hospital early, which is very worrying news. He had, however, written his sermon and organised the service, which he was apparently very determined to go through with, possibly as late as yesterday, so our supply minister wound up reading A's sermon and going with his hymn choices and liturgy. Which was sweet and appropriate, given A's commitment.
It also made me laugh a little, because A had chosen 'This Joyful Eastertide' as his final hymn, and I remember him telling me last year that he had gotten in a lot of trouble by making that a congregational hymn just after Easter, because it goes up to an F, and congregations don't generally like singing above a D if they can help it. He had a lot of complaints, apparently.
I have no proof of this, but knowing A's sense of humour, I would not be one bit surprised if he deliberately put it into his last service because he likes it and because he knows that nobody is going to complain about hymn choices to the minister who is about to go to hospital for extended cancer treatments...
Well played, A. Well played.
I'm really hoping the stem cell treatment will give him a nice long remission - he's a lovely person and an excellent theologian, and we are very lucky to have him.
(I did sing, by the way - He Shall Feed His Flock, from Handel's Messiah. We figured we could pull that together without rehearsal, and there is almost no time of year when it is not thematically appropriate. To my amusement, I got more positive comments from the congregation on this unrehearsed aria than I ever have on the ones I put hours of work into. But then, this one is in English, and the tune is well-known, and I think that adds a level of comfort which is particularly appropriate for the congregation just now...)
In non-singing news, I lost all of yesterday to reading a completely adorable Enjolras and Grantaire in high school Les Misérables fic, called World Ain't Ready. It was utterly sweet, and very funny, and I think very much in character, at least at first. I think by the end of the book, the author's Enjolras and Grantaire had become more their own people than Hugo's, but that's OK. I may have to try google-stalking this author and see if she has managed to publish anything, because I think I want to read it.
I've read a few good bits of fantasy recently.
( Guns of the Dawn )
( The Rook )
Finally speaking of reading and writing, I have another of my RITA reviews up at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. I liked this one more than the previous one I reviewed. I still need to review my fourth book, which I actually really liked, and am for some reason finding trickier to review as a result.
That will do for now, I think!