I meant to...

[nwhiker]

I meant to post about when it happened, the week before Christmas...

So Linnea has an old flute? I decided to learn to play it, to I grabbed the flute, assembled it, and did the basic things the elementary books says to do, like figure out how to hold it, Then they said to take off the head piece and make it make a sound. OK, I can do that. Sounded good, I'm very proud of myself. Reassembled the flute. Attempted to play it. Hideous squeaky hiss. Clearly NOT a note. I try this several times with the same results.

I decided to abandon the idea of playing with the flute until Linnea can give me some tips. Which happened the next day. I showed her what I did and how I could, yay me, make a note with just the headpiece, but could not when it's back to "full flute". I accused her jokingly of giving me a defective flute.

And all of a sudden, she has this flash of guilt on her face and starts to laugh, grabs the flute from me, takes it apart and... pulls her cleaning stick and rag out of the main body of the flute. There was no other place to stash them in her old case, so she just left them in there and forgot when she told me I could go ahead and use that flute.

SABOTAGE! says mother! Anyhow, it was kinda funny.