Three Weeks Later. . . .

Well, three and a half weeks later, not to put too fine a point upon it. It has been rather a long time since we put in some time at The Inn.

And we have been rather busy. Most of it isn't worth mentioning; just a load of odds and ends that needed doing to keep the household humming along. Oh, I had a couple of interesting gigs in the interim. E.g., I played for the annual St George's Day celebration put on by the Royal Society of St George. (Think about that for a minute: a Mick in Highland dress playing Scottish tunes for the English national day. Only in America.) It was topped off with choral evensong, one of my very favourite services on the planet. Very enjoyable, indeed.

I missed mentioning some of my favourite liturgical and saints days. The Forty English and Welsh martyrs were commemorated only last Friday and never a mention here. If you're interested, see Mrs Vidal's Fountain of Elias. . .and don't fail to follow the links. There was also St Maelrubha, the great Irish apostle in Scotland. His feast is on April 21st, but time got away from me on him, too.

And while we're on the topic of evensong and liturgical days, our priest who presides over our little Anglican-Use/prospective-Ordinariate community in the OC, is, as of last month, our "priest" no more and now officially a Catholic layman, much as thee and me. Although, technically he is a Catholic seminarian on the cusp of ordination to the diaconate. We are, as it were, waiting for our priest to be ordained a deacon. Now, that's a sentence you don't see every day. A prayer for him and his family and our little community would be appreciated.

As we have said so many times in this space, we will try to do better in minding The Inn. But, as always, no promises.