Posts Tagged ‘The Citadel’

I’ve been putting this off, but it needs to be done. So much of what I think and feel these days is related to what’s going on in my life. And what’s going on in my life is most certainly a culmination of the events of this past year, during my silence.

Let me start by giving you a hint of where I am right now.  Do you remember 1of2, 2of2 and Tertiary Adjunct?  Whom I referred to collectively as…the Borg Collective? Well, in rereading the posts that I tagged them in, I see that I have not done justice to my connection to them. Before, I had quite a crush on 1of2 and a mild crush on 2of2. Tertiary was cute.

Well, now I can say without hesitation that all three beautiful, magnificent, wonderful children are my YFs!! First true YFs I’ve had since The Beloved, back when I was 17!

On Good Friday, 2009, I sang a church service at a different church than The Citadel. The Citadel wasn’t having music (budget reasons) so I had gone elsewhere to get some extra money. I got a lot more than that! I got a free trip to ENGLAND!!

The church I picked, I picked for much the same reason as when I first started at The Citadel. The church had a boy choir. So for three weeks I toured various cathedrals and churches all over England (and Wales) singing and living with a large group of children, including many boys age 10-14 (and older). Four in particular really worked their way into my heart.

Ruins near Canterbury Cathedral

I would love to show pictures of the kids, but for obvious reasons, I must abstain. This was taken right next to the cathedral. I never did figure out what it was originally...

A boy (who looked rather like The Beloved) of 10 who was often homesick and needing a lot of attention. He eventually started physically fighting with the other 10-year-olds. Early on, I adopted him as my sort of protégé. I helped him through losing one of his last baby teeth while on the trip. :)

A boy just shy of 13 with an amazing voice! (Shepherd) He also loved to play Frisbee and cards. I eventually learned that he once sang at The Citadel, shortly after I joined, but switched to sing closer to home.

An 11-year-old Belgian boy (Catboy) who was beautiful!! Stunning. He joined us half way through the tour. His English was not at all bad, but he didn’t have a lot of confidence with it. For his first few days, he would barely speak, but made animal sounds at people instead. (Usually, he would hiss like a cat.) At the very end, I had started to break through his shell and he would talk to me with his adorable French accent. I initially started to get his attention when I shocked him with the quality of my duck impression. ;) He was a fiend at Frisbee.

And lastly… CJ. It is hard to think about him. By the end of the trip I had really fallen in love with this boy. “Painful” does not begin to describe how I felt when the trip ended at the thought of never seeing him again… He’s really the subject of another post though, I suppose.

Well, the trip did end. And while I was depressed for a little while after, it wasn’t too long until this Intermezzo of my life ended, and the next Act began!

(I intended this to be all one big post, but it kinda feels to me like it should be two.  So, expect Part, the Second some time in the near future!)

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Yesterday was Tertiary Adjunct’s 9th birthday. (Younger brother of the twins 1of2 and 2of2) I had planned to wish him a happy birthday, but of course I chickened out. I failed to ask 1of2 and 2of2 about the dance they were doing in the parking lot last week too. Most of the older choirboys were doing it. Some sword dance for the end of the school year festivities it seems. Oh well.

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Scary. Last Thursday I drank the equivalent of 4 cups of coffee around 3pm, and then didn’t eat dinner. At rehearsal that night I started feeling strange during Super Flumina Babylonis. All the held notes. My heart felt…strange. Weak. So I dropped out and focused on breathing regularly. Something similar had happened before. By breathing would feel weird and by heart would follow suit. Each time while singing. So I went to the back room in the Citadel, ate a bag of Goldfish and rested.

But I never felt quite right after. The previous times, and this time too, my left arm would tingle, especially in the finger tips. Now, seems to me all the signs point to heart attack or stroke! But I’m in my mid 20’s for pete’s sake! And not overweight.

So of course I do nothing about it. I think there’s something legitimately wrong this time though. I’ve been constantly aware of my heart ever since Thursday. Palpitations, I suppose. And when I exercised on Saturday, after walking about a mile on relatively flat ground I felt weak. I decided not to climb the hill.

One good thing came of this. I finally actually applied for health insurance. I am NOT going to develop a heart condition while uninsured. I just hope it isn’t already a preexisting condition. Or at least can’t be proven as one.

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I’m starting to get discouraged. I started the ball rolling at the Citadel to switch our web host. That would involve redesigning the website, but now I’m realizing after doing some research and playing with some software that I have no clue how to recreate the site we have. No idea how to create the static nav page and menu,. I don’t have the knowledge to design and create a website from scratch and I don’t get paid enough to go to school to learn it. So I’m slightly anxious about it now.

All the more reason to get out of my slump and get back to what I know. Music. I need to be singing. Not building web sites.

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Shorty Shamrock

Today at The Citadel, Shorty Shamrock sang the solo in SS Wesley’s “Lead me, Lord.”  He has a great voice.  Of course I chickened out after the service and didn’t tell him what a great job he did.  It wasn’t high, (maybe d’ to a’) and he never used head voice, but he had wonderful tone production and when he made a mistake in the performance (started singing the wrong verse) he corrected himself wonderfully without drawing attention to the error.  It didn’t even seem to phase him.

In about a hour and a quarter I will be walking up to the lovely Episcopal Church at the top of the hill to attend an Evensong by a local Choir of Men and Boys.  Here’s hoping they do well.

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When I get home from work today: 1st all laundry put away and towels into the wash.  2nd apply to at least one job.  3rd watch Blood Diamond.  4th finish dishes.

“When I get home from work.”  Ha!  I went outside and there was snow five inches deep on my car.  That and very slippery roads.  I called The Citadel.  The parking lot is buried.  The last time I tried to get to church in this kind of weather I spun out on the onramp to the interstate and had to spend an hour digging myself back out of the parking lot.  No work today.

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