Thursday, April 21, 2011

Meow-llet

If I'm doomed to be a crazy old lady with copious amounts of cats, their names will be Martellato, Ringbert, and Meow-llet, among others.

If you are a normal person I'm sure your hand is slowly traveling up to your noggin to scratch it in pure confusion right now. I came to the realization last night that I have a lot of "bellchoirs". In fact, I'm like a crazy old cat lady except my cats are groups...people who come together to ring bells. As of this moment, I have been asked by 2 churches, 1 community group and 1 quartet to join...all since I moved here to Huntsville. I am filling in on two services on Easter and am constantly getting phone calls to sub for members in Huntsville's community handbell choir, the Heritage Ringers. And don't forget I still keep in touch with all my friends from Bronzeworks, ringers from the choirs I directed at Resurrection and my kooky little quartet buddies from St. Luke.


I have shyed away from joining any of these groups permanently, mostly due to my work-travel schedule. Being a member of a bellchoir means you are a soloist; missing rehearsals is very hard on the rest of the group.

But for now, I'm just a ringer Ringer. I fill in wherever and whenever the next bellchoir needs me.

[Hopefully, I will forget about the name "Meow-llet" by the time I am old...I would hate to think some poor-cat soul has to answer to that.]