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When I decided that I wanted to go for my teaching certification, I put a carrot at the end of the stick for myself: I have always wanted to learn the fiddle. I love the fiddle; it is my favorite instrument to listen to. I play the guitar, the trumpet, and two kinds of recorders but, aside from taking a class called "Exploratory Music" when I was nine years old, have never played the violin or fiddle. So, I told myself, once I got my certification, I would reward a job well done by acquiring a fiddle.
Yesterday, Bobby told me that he had a surprise coming by post for me today. I figured it was a book, since I've been looking for a decent book on medieval Irish history and I'm always in the market for illumination books. I came home from work today to find a huge package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. No, it's not my birthday, but Bobby got it at the store the other day while shopping for the party in a rush and failed to notice the Happy Birthday writing on it. It adds to the charm, we both agree.
Well, I suppose you can guess what was in the big package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. :)
No, I clearly don't have my teaching certification yet since I haven't even started classes, but Bobby saw a great deal for a fiddle on eBay and couldn't resist. And the note attached reads that it is a gift to celebrate starting back to school again, which we both know has meant an immense amount to me.
Of all the things I expected to come home to today, a fiddle was definitely not one of them! I'm not complaining, though. I still can't quite believe that it's on the counter right behind me. I have to figure something to name it now. I'm thinking, maybe, Daeron.
So, I told Bobby, this leaves me having to decide on a new carrot to put at the end of the stick. I'm thinking maybe a harp. >:^)
Yesterday, Bobby told me that he had a surprise coming by post for me today. I figured it was a book, since I've been looking for a decent book on medieval Irish history and I'm always in the market for illumination books. I came home from work today to find a huge package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. No, it's not my birthday, but Bobby got it at the store the other day while shopping for the party in a rush and failed to notice the Happy Birthday writing on it. It adds to the charm, we both agree.
Well, I suppose you can guess what was in the big package wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. :)
No, I clearly don't have my teaching certification yet since I haven't even started classes, but Bobby saw a great deal for a fiddle on eBay and couldn't resist. And the note attached reads that it is a gift to celebrate starting back to school again, which we both know has meant an immense amount to me.
Of all the things I expected to come home to today, a fiddle was definitely not one of them! I'm not complaining, though. I still can't quite believe that it's on the counter right behind me. I have to figure something to name it now. I'm thinking, maybe, Daeron.
So, I told Bobby, this leaves me having to decide on a new carrot to put at the end of the stick. I'm thinking maybe a harp. >:^)
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Date: 2008-07-08 02:20 am (UTC)Personally, I'd probably name mine something Rohirric-ish. If I had one, that is.
As an aside, in a moment of band nerdism, when we were watching the Boston Pops last Friday night, I played "air piccolo" during the "Stars and Stripes Forever."
You win! That definitely beats my humming the trombone counter-melody in the same song during dog training class! (I too played it. We'll never be free of that song...)