Allie, Erin, Natalie and Meg sign to a musical rendition of The Lord's Prayer
Thursday: Breakfast at 8 a.m., then a 10:00 rehearsal in preparation for an 11 a.m. concert at Exeter House, a Presbyterian retirement community in Seattle.
Noon: box lunches purchased from Exeter House to eat in nearby Freeway Park.
1:30: Trip to St Mark's Episcopal Cathedral (sanctuary photo), where they'll sing without an audience -- just to hear the sound! They have exactly one-half hour to get in, sing, and leave so the next event, rehearsal, or what have you can take place. Two years ago when I chaperoned the Kirk Singers on their trip east, we did the same thing in the chapel at Princeton Seminary. We stood in a circle and sang our benediction, the same one the kids are singing this year, The Lord Bless You and Keep You (Lutkin). I'll always remember being in awe hearing the kids and leaders sing together, our sound echoing around the high-ceiling'd chapel. It gave me goosebumps. Hope this experience does the same for these kids.
They spent the afternoon sightseeing, but I don't know what, since the specifics aren't listed on the itinerary. After supper it was into concert clothes again, then to a 6:30 warm-up for a 7:30 concert at our pastor's former church, Queen Anne Presbyterian.
Eight of the singers are being hosted overnight by members of Queen Anne Pres. (It's a small congregation). The rest will go back to the SPU dorms for another night.
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Another note about yesterday: Both girls made sure to tell JDog goodbye yesterday morning before they left, but she wouldn't come up from the basement to see them off. In fact, she did not come upstairs at all until just about noon, when she straggled up oh-so-slowly (she's so lame in the hindquarters lately) to go out for her morning business. After she came back in, she went right back downstairs to her futon -- didn't want her doggie bones, didn't beg for a walk -- and stayed there the entire day, all kinda sad and mopey. I was worried she was getting sick. In the evening she straggled back up again for her dinner and she seemed to be feeling a little better, but still not great.
This morning she was upstairs right away by 6:30, asking to go out, begging for milkbones, waiting for me to chase her and "fight" her for them, whining for her morning walk -- she was her usual self. I think yesterday she just got into a funk and was missin' her girls.