Remember how we used to sleep on the stage? Well, the kids were the first to move their quarters to the basement. We moved them down there before the heat of summer set in.
And I loved having the entire nave as a bedroom. It might have been a little weird for our guests to walk into our master bedroom, and all the cats may have started pa-dumping across the floor and around the furniture just as we were ready to get serious about falling asleep, and it may have been hard to fall asleep in an 88-degree room, but I really liked it up there.
Only something really great would entice me to give up that spot.
A couple weeks before my birthday we received word that a family had moved away from their home, leaving behind an organ. Yes, they were offering to be an organ donor.
The perfect birthday gift, and perfect for the birthday budget! I'd often dreamed of owning our own church organ ever since we'd moved into our own church building. And so my darling, wonderful husband man, with a lot of help from some really kind men, loaded it into and out of the van, hauled it up the stairs, and into its new home.
I'm not an organist, but I'd like to play well enough for congregational singing. Mastering some good organ literature wouldn't hurt, either! I just wish I could dedicate more time to practicing. *sigh*
A funny thing about Pipes: she, of all the cats, has been the most interested in befriending the organist. How sweet that she's so aptly named!
