This is my 61st blog entry. Which is funny because when I formed the writing group I'm in back at home, one of the first challenges we made to ourselves was to commit to write 10 minutes per day. And by the second meeting we were all admitting that we just couldn't do it. Myself included. And yet it's been the easiest thing in the world for me to sit down and recap my experience here. Of course with this kind of input, I think it would have been unhealthy of me not to deprogram myself on the computer each night. And I don't consider this "writing". . . more like reporting. Maybe that's the difference.
Our final weekday service was this morning. No more motet choir! And they threw us a curve ball. The weekly preacher had to leave by 10:00 in order to catch a plane in Buffalo. . . and since he tends to be somewhat long winded, it was decided he would preach first and then we would sing. Usually we sing early in the service, and then we leave before the sermon. I had promised to meet Betty at 9:30 and didn't have anyway to let her know that I would be late. So I was stewing in my juices just a bit. But there's always a silver lining. One of the Friday church traditions is that Jared plays the Widor Toccatta from Symphony #5. This was a favorite piece of mine when I attended St. James Methodist Church in Danville, Illinois as a child. Our organist let fly with this piece one Sunday and I was hooked. I learned to play it (after a fashion) when I was an organ major. My having to stay in church this morning meant that I did not miss the final playing of the piece this summer. I literally had to wipe away the tears that were spilling on my music folder at the performance. There's NOTHING like sitting directly under those pipes when that organ is going full tilt. YIKES! And Betty understood. She and I made a quick trip to Mayville to run some errands. She took me to a couple of neat out of the way places with promises that we would return next year.
My last Jung class. Man was that an eye-opening and profound class. So glad I got to take a class with the Chautauqua Rock Star Kaye Lindauer finally. Hope to get another one from her next year. I have some new reading to look into.
My final massage of the season. This time with hot stones. . . .what the heck. And since it's cool out, the hot stone massage was heaven. I'm a noodle. Mary is the best massage therapist I've ever had. What a treat I've given myself this summer. How lovely to be mortgage free!
So choir tonight. This is the Chautauqua Choir . . . the big choir which will sing for the final Sunday night service before we all go home.
Then my 26th movie of the season tonight. Beginners. Have wanted to see it all summer. To do that I'll miss seeing the Beach Boys tonight. . . .but it's pretty much the Beach Grandfathers now. . . .and only one original left. What's the point with the Wilson's not there????
Jan and Craig from Canada stopped by. I've gotten to know them the past two years because they stayed at the ECOC house when I was there. They are only in for 2 days here at the end. They are from Ontario Canada and it was great to see them.
Tomorrow I REALLY have to start packing! Full steam ahead.
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