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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.]

Comments

  1. Hey! Who are you calling "kooky"??? Ha! We are the very definition of kooky. I miss you SO much. You can be a "ringer" in AZ anytime. I'm sure you are in demand in Huntsville...they would be crazy not to want you to join their bell choir. You're awesome missy! It is amazing how fast the word spread that you are in Alabama. :)

    I'm kind of diggin the name Martellato. It sounds like a cat that will pounce on you when you least expect it. :)

    Luv ya NBG!!
    BP ;)

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