Sunday, August 12, 2007
The Hunt for the Lesser-Spotted Alb
After a month in my new digs, and still with several boxes to unpack, the long lost alb has been found. It was in a chest which once belonged to my parents, and my mother shipped over to me a couple of years ago. It is a beautiful piece of furniture, dark wood, around 1790 (almost as old as the rebellious Colonies!). Obviously - or not - I had not opened it since I arrived, it was sitting in the bedroom that I will be moving into when I get a bed. Well, the bed arrived, (mattress this week, hopefully) - so I opened the chest. Lo and behold - alb, my biretta, saturno and my police hat - with assorted other goodies. That was a good end to the week of flea bites and a Fed Ex big rig (lorry to readers of the Queen's English) backing into my car and smashing the front. Thanks to the kindess of my Undertaker, I am currently driving aound in a big, black, Funeral Home Cadillac, looking somewhat akin to Don Corleone. The big event of the coming week is the first celebration of the Rite of Blessed John XXIII in the Diocese by our Bishop, on the evening of the Assumption. I will be attending in Choir, so it's lucky I found the biretta. It will be interesting to see what the turnout will be - a party is going from my two parishes. More news later!