It happened to me today.
I impulsively changed my weekend plans and drove to another state on Saturday to see my daughter’s play premiere, and then drove back home late that same night, figuring that I would get home at around 2 in the morning, enough to catch around five hours of sleep.
Got caught in WORST traffic jam ever in Chicago! Two hours to travel less than a mile. Three cars overheated. Everyone was partying. I actually read thirty pages of a novel while I was inching along on I-90.
Got home at 4 in the morning. Went to bed, three hours later got up in a daze, showered, tried to eat, but felt ill. Drove to church with my notebook full of music.
Forgot the paper with the hymns, so had to call my husband (who had attended Sat Vigil Mass). He read it to me over the phone. By now, it was 25 minutes to Mass time. I had never heard of three of the hymns! The cantor dashed in at around quarter to Mass, and we ran through all the hymns–they were kind of dicey. Ran through the Psalm, which was also kind of dicey. I quickly thumbed through my solo book and selected a prelude and postlude.
Both Masses I played for went very well. At one point, I totally had a brain-melt and even though I could see plainly that the piece was in the Key of D major, I simply couldn’t figure out how to play the tonic chord at the end of my introduction. The poor cantor! The poor congregation! But they got the pitch eventually.
And one of the cantors, a young boy, sang Schubert’s Ave Maria, two verses, in perfect Latin, and I didn’t mess up at all for him. The congregation applauded like crazy when he finished–I’m glad!
So it all worked out. But boy, am I tired right now, and watching the Bears lose so miserably didn’t help me wake up!
Anyway, the point is, I was “practicing” right up until the last minute before Mass. I’m sorry, but that’s real life for you. Doesn’t happen very often, but it did this weekend.
Let’s all give each other a break, OK? Kindness is part of the fruit of the Spirit.