Sometimes when I walk around, I make odd noises.
It's just something I do. My sister and I made lots of noise growing up... sometimes it was just sound. LOUD sound... random sound.
When I'm concentrating, I make an aweful whistle. I don't even like the sound of it. But it happens.
Sometimes, I trumpet.
Like.. I sound LIKE a trumpet.
It's a gift.
Anyway, tonight I was minding my own business, leaving the GTI building, trumpeting.
Out on the steps of the building was a little boy. I think he was 4 or 5- he belonged to one of the volunteers that joined us tonight (mmmm, meatloaf!)
I trumpet my way out the doors and on to the steps, where the boy just stares at me. I figure he's about to commend me on my incredible trumpeting skills, so I get ready to say "oh, it's nothing"... but instead I get...
"what are you doing?"
quick change of direction... and mumble out "I'm being a trumpet"
Kiddo: why are you being a trumpet?
awfully humble me replies: well, sometimes it's fun to be a trumpet.
Kiddo: Well, you don't need to be a trumpet. You can just be yourself.
6 comments:
But, But, But , .... you were!
i like trumpets
Now look what you did. I had to go and look up "dobro".
@ Ruth... LOL!! thank you :)
I love your new site. I wish we had high speed at home. Maybe we need to just keep traveling so we can enjoy sites like yours and some of your faves. I just checked out the Bent Objects - wonderfully creative - I laughed all through the first page. We are heading home now - be there in 10 days or less. All our love.
Always be the trumpet Lesley. ALWAYS.
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