Sunday was our Cantada at Church. Interesting morning to say the least. The electricity went off around 3 a.m. (My fan in the bedroom went off or I never would have realized it until morning.) I got up and husband was frantically looking for the lantern. This was about 6:30 or so and still no electricity. He was having a meltdown of some sort...here we go again it's getting close to Christmas better have a fight or something.

Anyway, I managed to get ready for the service in by lantern & I needed to be there about 1 1/2 hours early. Everything on schedule. I leave in plenty of time (I procrastinate frequently, especially if I have extra time to start with & then I get distracted and end up late) But not today. It had been very windy all night and lots of small branches down. I'm headed toward church down winding country roads & I see a tree down ahead. I initially thought it was in someone's yard, so I crept forward and of course it was in the road. Sigh...I have to turn around (I briefly thought, for a fraction of a second, I should drive in the field...but sanity prevailed). I went back about 4 miles to the nearest crossroad, I ended up 5 minutes late for "practice" which is really their way of making sure everyone is there in plenty of time.

We run through the program quickly. I have to say, it amazes me that such a crew of unprofessional (and in my case, completely untalented), disorganized, unmotivated individuals can come together to sound so beautiful and complete. I don't know if it's the Christmas season or what, but we were brilliant. It was moving & eerie & deep.