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marinessSo as I was typing away on an email, the doorbell rang, in a particularly demanding sort of way. I hadn't been expecting this in particular, but I headed over to see the UPS guy – several days early, with a long box, for me.
I'm almost afraid to tell you what was in it: a mountain dulcimer.
This should go well.
The cats look terrified.
Nope, I've never played one, or even handled one, before. But I did make the terrible mistake of putting all of my instruments – recorders, keyboard, pennywhistle – into storage, under the mistaken assumption that since I was no longer playing them that frequently, I could live without them, without the ability to play music. I forgot that just knowing they were there provided a certain reassurance. So, reassured. At least about the presence of the musical instrument. About my ability to actually play it, not so much.
But it has a lovely sound when strummed.
I'm almost afraid to tell you what was in it: a mountain dulcimer.
This should go well.
The cats look terrified.
Nope, I've never played one, or even handled one, before. But I did make the terrible mistake of putting all of my instruments – recorders, keyboard, pennywhistle – into storage, under the mistaken assumption that since I was no longer playing them that frequently, I could live without them, without the ability to play music. I forgot that just knowing they were there provided a certain reassurance. So, reassured. At least about the presence of the musical instrument. About my ability to actually play it, not so much.
But it has a lovely sound when strummed.