The bishop administered Confirmation this Pentecost Sunday at the Cathedral this morning. While he was annointing the confirmandi, a string quartet in the choir loft played the “nocturne” from Borodin’s quartet. I would have enjoyed it under other circumstances, but this was the wrong place and time for the music. I suppose I should grateful that it wasn’t Marty Haugen or the St. Louis Jesuits.
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Rose season has begun, with Tiffany, above, and the ubiquitous Dr. Huey, below.
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And there go the tornado sirens.
Update: the sounds of a peaceful May afternoon in Kansas.
Update II: What almost happened. As near as I can judge from what I saw on the radar and what I’ve read, the rotation went directly over my place.
You’ve got the same sirens we do… I pressed play on that “peaceful Kansas afternoon” and nearly dove for the bathroom (no safe way to get to the “basement” from my apartment).