Strange Saturday. Good strange.
Slept late. In the a.m. listened to the radio--Boston's WBUR
cause NHPR was concluding the winter beg-a-thon (and giving away Super Bowl tix). We're paid up members, so leave us alone, already.
During WWDTM I tried to interest the girls in the big giant red ball I bought for them at great expence yesterday. When I first brought it home they were very interested but today they preferred napping to ball-chasing.
Giving up, I next baked a batch of oatmeal/cranberry/chocolate chip cookies for tomorrow's Annual Meeting at our parish. The Vestry is resonsible for goodies and I'm Mrs. Senior Warden--the Chap took care of his contribution all on his own but I'm adding a little something sweet to the mix.
While baking, I listened to Knopfler's amazing Kill to Get Crimson.
I also trimmed up a pair of ivy topiaries, which were sadly misshapen through neglect. A heart-shaped one grew from cuttings I took on the Isle of Man many years ago--I think in the front garden of my friend's house. The cone-shaped one came from cuttings from an acestral churchyard in Suffolk. I then washed the leaves of the other heart-shaped one made from ivy I snipped at Versailles, growing round Marie Antoinette's little summerhouse.
About 2 o'clock I sat down to practice the mandolin. Instead of going through my lesson book, I grabbed a (very dusty) old Hymnal--not the revised, current Hymnal, but the version we used back in the days when I sang in the junior choir.
I went through it hunting up all the favourite hymns, especially ones familiar from my youth that aren't usually sung in our parish. And I played them. I stuck a marker in the place of each one. There are 600 hymns in that Hymnal, not counting the chants and service music, like the Gloria.
Four hours later--yes, really--when I stopped, my fingertips were raw and the Hymnal looked like this.
I used a lot of markers. They sort of blend together in the picture.