choristing

i was given the excellent advice to be MORE CONFIDENT. (less slouch-to-avoid-revealing-that-i-forgot-to-wear-both-nursing-pads, maybe?) meanwhile my baby is seated just a few rows away, waiting for just the right enthusiastic upbeat to signal--mutely but *so* effectively--that she needs to be fed.

although i've never actually seen it, i have heard the stories of the ward chorister who tempted fate in this way. in the future i will be wearing more cardigans and double layers.

our chorister is so deeply good at what she does that i can't look directly at her for danger of having my eyeballs burst into flame. i prefer the toddler-approaching-the-ocean/new-skier-on-a-black-diamond sideways approach.

already i have a deepened appreciation for the hard work of an organist. ours told me some very interesting stories, most of which involved the pianist/organist getting a raw deal, and i am not just talking about when people unfortunately pronounce "pianist" correctly.