I remember one All Saints Sunday. It was my friend Leslie's birthday, or would have been had she not died some 10 years earlier. She was the friend who, thanks to her experience with cats, helped me convert to cats.
On that particular All Saints Sunday I sort of wanted to go to church to sing "For All the Saints," but I really didn't know anyone at the local church that had the good pipe organ and choir. And my friend Molly was going to adopt a part-Siamese cat. It was only a few months after her beloved Meezer had died.
So I went with Molly to see the rescue kitty, to honor our friendship and my friendship with another cat friend, Leslie, whose birthday it was.
And now I'm happily sitting in the comfort of my own home, with my KittenCat asleep on the warm clean T-shirts, about to watch the processional of the online, live All Saints Sunday service from a local church here that has a good pipe organ to which I used to sing in the choir; I can sing along today. I still know all 8 verses.
Wow. The celebrant has a very fine new chasuble.
Cool. Sung. That was fun.