Monday, November 1, 2010
It's haunting me!
Then when Mike and I were unpacking what I did bring to the city, he pulled this brown circular tube out of a box and exclaimed, "What is this??? A recorder?? How did a recorder make the cut?"
I laughed so hard, because I honestly had no idea. I was forced to buy this recorder for my 4th grade music class at Jessup Elementary in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I learned one song on it, an awesome rendition of "Hot Cross Buns." (Really, it's not awesome and I don't think there is more than one way to play it, but that totally sounds better.) I grabbed it from Mike, and threw it out. (Or so I thought!)
Then this week, as we moved into our new apartment, I went back to the old one to clean. When I opened the door, the recorder was there as plain as day...sitting on the counter along with Lysol and other cleaning supplies. I honestly thought I was being punked! How did it get there? Didn't I throw the damn thing away?
So in my life that's included 10 moves in 10 years, living in 5 states and getting rid of most everything, my 4th grade recorder somehow has survived. There has to be deeper meaning to this....perhaps I missed my calling as a professional recorder player. Perhaps I was meant to sell hot dogs on Michigan Ave. Perhaps I have hot buns....