Cancel the Choir

Did I write about singing in the choir last week?  I don't remember.  I know I wrote about singing in the choir at some point and how my first day in the mission field was my first real choir endeavor.  I mean, I had sung in youth choirs before but I had no idea what I was doing.  I couldn't read the notes and just sang melody on everything.  Anyhow that is a completely different choir story and it is in the blog archives somewhere. 

Last week I stayed after church to join the ward choir.  We were practicing a song to sing today in Sacrament meeting.  Our numbers were low.  Ben Fawson was the only tenor and Brother Maxfield and myself made up the bass section.  Brother Maxfield is quite old and I thing his hearing aids sang louder than both of us combined.  There was just a handful of women too.  Anyhow, Brother Bishop, our fearless leader, was determined that we would be able to sing today.  He was going to call other members of the choir and we would practice before church today.  I walked into the chapel to join the practice but found myself with just two other people.  Brother Bishop who is the choir director and Brother Holt, the pianist, were there along with brother Holt's wife and a couple other sisters.  It wasn't looking too promising. 

Brother Bishop decided to cancel the choir performance for today.   He said he that it was hard to do the choir in the summer with everyone traveling.  I kind of laughed because the next two months afford me the opportunity.  From the pulpit the announcement came that choir would be cancelled until the 2nd week of September.  Well so much for joining the choir.  So anyway, Ben was just here and we were laughing about how our singing was so great that they cancelled the choir for the next three months.  Doesn't that just make you feel good?  We knew it wasn't about our singing but we had fun laughing at ourselves anyway.  Hopefully I can squeeze in time when the kids get home to do a little choir.  If it gets cancelled then I will definitely take the hint. 

I just got off the phone with the kids who just had their first encounter with a moose in the wild.  The wild happened to be at their house.  Jack told me how he ran inside the house and that he is not going outside anymore.  Apparently he was a little scared.  Natty and Andy looked at it from the porch and they all talked about how tall it was.  Jack told me it was a daddy moose because it didn't have a baby with him.  They were all pretty excited about it and it was fun to talk to them.  I am glad they get to have these wild experiences and also a little nervous that they happen so close to home.  Sure do love my kiddos.