Posts By: irina

Vespers of Good Friday

Time: 1:05 Total: 5:30 Grand total: 9:25 Congregation: 40? Didn’t really count, this is a very rough estimate. Crew: Altar: Fr T, a hypodiakon, two adult acolytes (one was late and put on a sticharion that was much too short for him but couldn’t change that in time). Choir: SSSSAAAB, sorely missed a tenor but

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Royal Hours and Typika of Good Friday

Time: 1:50 Total: 4:25 Grand total: 8:20 Congregation: starting out 2, growing to 5 Crew: Fr T outside the altar with a hypodiakon to handle the candlestick and the censer, Choirmistress and I in the choir so we alternated hours and I got the Typika. This is such a wonderful understated service. I used to

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Matins of Good Friday

Time: 2:35 Grand total: 6:25 Congregation: 3-6, some staying all the time, others coming in later or leaving earlier or, in one case, both. Crew: Clergy (outside the altar): Fr T and an adult acolyte who was instructed by the hypodiakon (who wasn’t serving and left early to nurse his vestigial bronchitis) how to ring

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Vespers and Liturgy of Holy Thursday

Time: 2:10 Total: 3:50 Congregation: about 5, coming and going. Crew: Altar: Fr T, one hypodiakon and one adult acolyte. Choir: SSSAAT (Regular but Still Somewhat Trainee Tenor was holding his own very well) Nice no-nonsense service. Afterwards, over coffee and cinnamon bread and a glass of wine, a very good conversation between Fr T

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Matins and First Hour of Holy Thursday

Time: 1:40 Congregation: 1 man and 1 woman. But they did stay the for the whole service Crew: Altar: Fr T and 1 adult acolyte. Choir: SSSAATB! Both T and B were the non-regulars, who happen to have more experience than the regulars. We turned the church white before the service (in the early afternoon

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Writer’s brain

I put on a coat I hadn’t worn for some time and found a folded piece of paper in the pocket: an old church bulletin. This told me when and where I’d last worn it, of course. But suppose that it had been a Clue! I used to play detective a lot when I was

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The dream engine knows my alignment

There was a spiffy new ticket machine at the railway station: black, chest-high, with a large slanted touchscreen like an ATM. It showed not only my ticket information (as in “you have 2 free old-lady travel days”) but also my alignment and spells. I don’t remember what my alignment was, though I assume it was

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The lying-awake engine hands me a story

It wasn’t the dream engine because I was wide awake from 2:xx until at least 4:56 (I remember the succession of numbers) thinking this up. Much better than lying awake worrying. Did I need a story? I feel I need to finish one of the things I’ve got lying around first before I can even

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17th century lemon sauce for fish

From a book I found in the bookcase when looking for something interesting to do with a sea bream: The Dutch Table: Gastronomy in the Golden Age of the Netherlands. The fish itself turned out to be rather meh but the sauce was delicious. It goes with any firm non-oily fish; we intend to try

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Awake

Last night, about 9:15: Brain: sleeeeeep Body: yes please Me: okay, even though it’s ridiculously early Spouse had gone to bed even earlier to accommodate his current round of Really Incapacitating Cold, but was just about to get up again when I got in. I said “well, then you’ll have to turn the lights back

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