A man (or woman... it's hard to tell) in a white Ford-type vehicle just pulled up in front of my house and is sitting there, picking his (or her) teeth. He or she appears to be on the phone. Quite a bit of body movement - agitated.
Oh: off they go. Now I'll never know the sex of my mystery visitor.
["Paul Revere" by the Beastie Boys is on the radio. Do you think I scared them away?)
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In other news: my headjoint case arrived today.
Maybe I didn't mention that I purchased a headjoint case at the flute convention? Ah: I still haven't finished writing that post, have I. and well, now? who cares? Anyway, I'd been wanting something a bit more substantial to store my old headjoint in - my silver Muramatsu headjoint has, I'm ashamed to say, been protected by only the funny quilted sleeve they sent it to me in. See, when I got my new headjoint (three years old now. Older than my car) I had to mail them my flute; and rather than keep the old headjoint here with me (logical, no? that must be why it never occured to me), I sent it off to Texas with my flute. I did kind of imagine that the new one might've had a case and therefore it would've just been a simple act to switch them out, but I guess not.
At the convention, the guy I bought the case from had sold out by the time I made up my mind (they are handmade, covered in leather, lined in velvet. They're quite nice, and therefore a bit expensive), so I had to order it and trust he would take my money and then mail it to me.
Today it arrived.
It's perfect. It looks like the world's tiniest coffin...
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