We complain, every so often, about our parish. The architecture is nothing to write home about (unless you wrote: "What is this?") and the music of the ordinary just got switched out to some rather rambling and uninspiring modern, OCP-ish stuff.
But stuff also happens that makes us remember why we like it. For instance, this is the third year running that the Corpus Christi homily has actually been about the real presence. Which never happened to us at any of our other parishes. (On the down side, it turned into one of those rambling three-for-the-price-of-one sermons that went on for nearly 30 minutes and inspired a gread deal of comment in the baby -- who had to be taken out to finish her oration in the vestibule.)