Day 22

My high school senior picture

Got to play flute in church today.  I need to do it more often.  It is really my only excuse to play anymore and before I got asked to play for a Christmas program, it had been over a year since I got it out.

I don’t think I have ever blogged about my musical background before.  Honestly it is what I thought I was going to do for a living most of my childhood.   The best experience ever was being able to play in a youth symphony when I was 13.  It was separated into two groups.  The junior symphony and the senior one.  You had to try out and the senior symphony was for the really gifted kids.  I started in the junior one and there was one practice early on where I got singled out and really embarrassed because I didn’t know my part very well.  That kicked me into gear and I got to practicing.  It wasn’t too long before I got to join the senior division and by the time I was nearly 16, we moved.  No more orchestra to play with but I kicked butt at playing and got to go to state solo ensemble three years in a row and placed fourth.

I got some great scholarships to collage and didn’t have to pay at all my first semester.  However, it took me two weeks into that first semester to realize I was in the wrong major.  What really drove it home was when I seriously burned three fingers on my right hand (I really should have huge horrible scars but somehow I don’t). When I was writhing in pain on the floor right before heading to the emergency room, my thoughts were “crap I can’t go dancing,” and “YES! I don’t have to practice flute!” Yeah I would say it is a sign that burning my hand was better than enduring how much I had to practice as a flute major.  Not to mention, my flute professor was scary beyond all reason.

So then it turned strictly hobby.  Then I had kids, and it became something I sometimes might pull out.  Which, honestly, is totally fine with me.  There is a time and a season for everything, eventually I will have all the time I want to play flute and learn guitar better and do all the things I want to do.  I’m pretty sure though, when I am doing those things I will be missing my kids who will all be grown and moved away.  So I am happy enjoying them while they are young and still all mine.

Day 21

Still no camera anywhere .  This is going to mess with getting a picture a day for a year.  So you all remember my pink Walther p22.

 

The pink checkered stuff is all chipping off.  Yeah, makes me kinda mad.  It’s not even just around the barrel where you might expect some chipping.  It is other places too and you can see pink stuff flake off. Grrr… I have only put 100 rounds through it. I like the gun but I would not recommend getting the custom pink finish on it.