Good Friday
Apr. 15th, 2006 12:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeWork was as insane as I expected it to be: I don't think I want to see another ham for a while, but they're a sight better to handle than turkeys. Something about the shape, plus the hams we sell tend to be wrapped up in a mesh bag over the red-and-gold foil, so they're easier to grab. But as with last year, the customers were well-behaved.
Taking it easy tonight, sort of. Reading and listening to Dubois's "The Seven Last Words". St. Joe's downtown used to play a recording of that every Good Friday at noon, following the Stations of the Cross. Lovely piece for choir, tenor and baritone soloists, and pipe organ, very dramatic stuff. I was lucky to get my hands on a copy of the record -- a 12" 33-1/2 rpm, no less, and it's a hard one to find -- at the St. Vincent de Paul Thrift shop some years ago.
Taking it easy tonight, sort of. Reading and listening to Dubois's "The Seven Last Words". St. Joe's downtown used to play a recording of that every Good Friday at noon, following the Stations of the Cross. Lovely piece for choir, tenor and baritone soloists, and pipe organ, very dramatic stuff. I was lucky to get my hands on a copy of the record -- a 12" 33-1/2 rpm, no less, and it's a hard one to find -- at the St. Vincent de Paul Thrift shop some years ago.