Choir started up this week.

Unfortunately, I can only attend for the next few weeks.

Starting February, my play rehearsals will conflict with choir rehearsals.

Choir rehearsals are recorded though.

So, I can listen to them after the fact and work on the songs on my own.

My play should finish before the choir’s big show.

Last Spring, I had to miss one of the concerts because it conflicted with a play performance.

I love the choir.

I don’t want to miss it.

I’ll be leaving my Bass Bros in the lurch. There’s still only three of us, so when one of us isn’t there, you feel it.

And my daughter, Tara, has joined the choir for this session.

I’m going to miss out traveling to choir rehearsals with her.

But you can’t do it all.

I’ll be there in spirit.

I still marvel at how much fun it is to sing with a group of people.

It’s transformative.

But I really want to do this play.

Performing is my first love. Singing is the new kid on the block.

I’ll savour the choir rehearsals that I get to go to.

And I’ll pine a little for the rehearsals that I’ll have to miss.

I’m grateful that I can do both.