darling clementines

ok, have restored faith in my cooking abilities. tonight, as practice for thursday, i made stuffing and gravy. the gravy was pretty good but the stuffing kicked ass. yay. also made cranberry sauce. it's nasty, but i think all cranberry sauce is nasty. at least it congealed.

all day we cleaned. and shopped a bit. and then i cooked with camillafarfalla... or part of the time i cooked and she read me ToS 6 off my laptop.

there is no good reason for me to be up right now. tomorrow is a double service at church. oy. but it should be a good one. we're doing music composed by my sweetie, allan. beautiful music. i wish i had the yarn for jenny's scarf so i could knit for two services.

i'm tired. and a little sad. hmm. i miss starbuckle. hope all is well at nd. time to go to bed and read about the hobbitses and sleep the sleep of the... tired?

i believe in the sun though it is late in rising

sermon topic today: keeping faith. it's a play on words. which is rather unfortunate. considering the reference to to an 8 year old girl named faith who died last year of a brain tumor. her parents will speak. the children from her class at school raised money to commission a menorah for the church which will be dedicated today. it's somehow related to the 9 spoons holocaust story. we're singing pieces from allan's cantata which is about the holocaust - poetry of victims and survivors, texts from hebrew scripture. it's very beautiful.

so it actually sounds like a really nice service. i just wish we weren't doing it twice. and me with no knitting. i was considering bringing fotr and trying to read subtly through the second service. i don't think that would be appreciated. alas.

and right after i get home, we're off to rach's friend's house for a little pre-thanksgiving potluck. ::sigh:: yet another gathering where i won't really know anyone. i'll just try to keep my friendly, interested smile on.

and shit, i'm going to be late. ::jumps in shower::

i believe in love though it is absent

as anticipated, i am emotionally exhausted. the service was indeed very nice. and the minister quoted allan in her sermon, which will amuse him greatly. the part with the little girl's family and dedicating the menorah was so nice and completely sad. i try not to cry in church, as i am at work. but i lost it when her grandfather was saying the blessing over the menorah and he started weeping. and then we had to do the whole thing over again. didn't cry as much the second time.

i am NOT in the mood for a potluck. i want to read the rest of cassie's h/d. i suppose i should stop grumbling. a meal with friends is fun. right? fun! i'm going to have fun!!!! did i convince anyone?

in more exciting news, looks like i'm going to see CoS with darkrosetiger tomorrow. about time. need a draco fix, i do.