After reading a post about the upcoming end of a Renaissance performance group and the effect it was having on one of the performers in it, I found myself quietly humming part of a tune that seems to fit, in attitude if not exactly in lyrics. It's not a Renaissance piece, but something from the First World War. If you've heard it, you know the feeling of forlorn wistfulness which it conveys.
( Lyrics, or at least some of them. )
As mentioned in an earlier post I took up the matter of my registration difficulty with the MFF folks. My e-mail of last night was answered this morning, and answered very well. They will be sending me a check for $110 to refund the $100 sponsorship fee for 2005 and the extra $10 I had to pay for at-the-door registration. When the check arrives, which will likely be early next week, I will consider the matter to be at a satisfactory end.
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