So, back at last, from not having posted for . . . a long time. Not much news so much, at least not to my loyal readers, who are also my mom and boyfriend.
I went to my Wednesday morning knitting group, and on a whim, walked into the Greek Orthodox bookstore across the street. I was thinking I'd browse at a few ikons, then toddle home. I walked in on the very end of an adult scripture class, and met Father Timothy, with whom I had a great conversation on whether the psalmody (cantillation in Jewish tradition - the chanting of Biblical or scriptural text) of individual Orthodox churches (Greek, Armenian, Russian, etc.) was informed by their history, particularly by a strong history of oppression and/or genocide. Apparently Armenians are downright Jewish in their use of melancholy, lilting tunes and minor keys. Even when they go up for Communion, it's mournful. They have a lot to mourn, I'll admit.
It's in the low seventies here. In February. I'm considering going out and playing my ukulele in the park a little later, once I've done some laundry (drat the cat!) and figured out something to eat for lunch.
Wednesday, February 17
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