First of all, I think I've been absent for a while. I find that I'm much happier when I'm talking to you folks. If I'm not talking to you... probably a bad sign... glad I'm back with you folks. Of course, you're all stuck with potentially reading whatever it is I've written.!!
I've picked up another addiction (not a bad one, for once!!!)..... padlocks. Yeah, I thought I needed a new obsession!!! But, I have to say, some of these locks are EXTREMELY heavy.... of course, "they don't make them like they used to." Anyhow, I have yet another thing to collect.... as if I didn't have an office full of tools already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How's everyone doing? As a crazy aside, I stole my brothers banjo today. I hope to learn how to play it by ear. I can't read music at all. But, I can play most any instrument by ear unless it's a brass instrument... never learned how to play that group of instruments. But, I'm "racking up" the instruments... piano, guitar, fiddle, drums, banjo, saxophone, .... hmmm ... there must be a "recorder" in their somewhere!!!! I'm not sure if other persons were faced with the inevitable weird shaped black plastic thing with a few keys on it called a Recorder that you had to play and were stuck with in fourth grade.
Forgive me if I've already said this: in third or fourth grade, my music teacher was Ms. Rife. She was particularly interesting because she'd been struck by lightening three or four times.... I can't remember which one..... I'm telling the truth!!!
Anyhow, she was the dictator of the "recorder." I'm not sure how many persons were stuck with that sorry excuse for an instrument... a black plastic tube with a few keys that managed to release someone's breath or hold it in.... that's all that it was. She looked like she'd been struck by lightening. Her gray hair tended to stand straight up in the air. It was almost like she could have tried to "tame" her hair down, but electricity defied her wishes. After all, none of us can fight electricity.
Maybe I would have been a major advocate for the Recorder, but I never found much joy in the thing. I think I'll stick to other instruments. Well, I've been gone for a while, and so here I am again... another pointless story. But, perhaps, it made a few folks spend a few moments thinking about something absurd... a moment away from your lifes.
cheers,
bird.
