Sometimes our Church could use a little something. Something to make it more interesting. Oh, my....hope I don't offend anyone. Our music program needs something...and last night it got it. We had a small choir made up of just a few men from our Church. They brought applause from our very quiet Catholic Church. Sometimes we have music that is so quiet and then the congregation is quiet too. Everyone afraid to make a mistake and sing the wrong note.....and be heard by everyone. With this big voice choir of five men...there was none of that. The congregation sang with gusto. Leaving the Church, I told Father...."That was a rousing Mass tonight." I hope that many people will comment to him, so that our music changes. I told Joe on the way home, "I feel like I've been to Church."
We are home today, waiting for grandson Brandon to come by and pick up his birthday present. He turned 19 yesterday and it's hard for me to believe that he is that old. I came into this family when he was about 7 yrs old. His grandma had died just a short time before and here I was someone new in his grandpa's life. Would I be accepted? I had no worries when it came to Brandon. I wouldn't think of trying to take his grandma's place, but as a little boy...he was so ready for another grandma type woman. I played with him...everything from tossing a ball to playing board games. Once in a while he would cheat a little, but I never let him get away with that. I never believed in letting kids win games. When we played checkers, I often took a long time to decide. He said, "Sometimes you think too much." That comment has stuck. Even his grandpa Joe says that to me...."Balisha, you think too much." Well the time has flown by and he's a young adult, busy with his life and ready to start his 2nd year in college. He'll be here soon, so I had better get going.
Have a nice evening,