the key of low

This evening I went to Christ Church Cathedral for Gregorian chanting service. It's an Anglican church and I realised as I sat in the pew (I couldn't make myself sit in a chair in a church) that the last time I went to an Anglican church was when I was in Brownies and had to visit three religious services for my religion badge. (In retrospect, that was a hilarious badge to get in a small town. My options for religious services were the Catholic church [which I went to weekly anyway], the Anglican church and the Lutheran church. The only real differences were 'ghost' and 'spirit' and the marital status of the priest/pastor.)

The interior of the cathedral is more impressive than the exterior belies. For the service it was darkened with candles and low-lit pendant lights. It was calm and quiet and, despite the men not singing in Latin, the singing was soothing. It was nice to be quiet for a little bit, to just sit quietly without needing to be anywhere or do anything.

Lately I guess I've been basking in low-key.

Last night I went to Rebecca's birthday party and managed to appear somewhat sociable, despite being so completely not lately. This morning I went for breakfast at the Tomahawk with David and TP, and then a wander through thrift stores. In the afternoon I went to the Whip for this week's cask beer (a slightly sweet Belgian something or other) with Sara and her partner and some of their friends, then to the new Irish Heather for drinks and (I had) bangers & mash. (I've got to say that, as far as bangers & mash goes, it was pretty good. The sausages, though not the three listed on the menu, were juicy and flavourful; the potatoes a little lumpy but OK; the sweet onion gravy nice; and the turnip & carrot mash was top notch. I'd be willing to have it again, though would have liked a bit of cabbage to mix into my potatoes, but you can't have everything.) It was a good day.

I had an interview on Friday at Langara for on-call evening shifts, and I feel like it went OK, but it's really hard to tell since I've never had such a minimal interview for a librarian position. There's more interview planning to be done, something I dislike because I take it so personally when I don't get jobs. Hopefully things start happening.

Also on Friday I got my hair hacked. I don't care what my hair person does to my hair; I leave it up to her since she knows more about hair than I do. This time she decided to give me fringe (a little shout out, JD) and make it way lighter than it's been for a few haircuts. I'm trying to get used to the bangs, but it's significantly different for me. People have asked if I cut my hair; this is hilarious.