We bought a trumpet.

So, brass instrument procured. Why? Why do I do these things and why doesn’t anyone stop me!!!

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My daughter is a polymath, someone who picks up skills pretty easily for the most part and is pretty great at most subjects but not outstandingly brilliant at one or another by comparison, it frustrates her like crazy.

So, we were enjoying the Sleepless in Seattle soundtrack in the car on the way to Church on Sunday and the song “Kiss to build a dream on” by Louis Armstrong came on with its crisp and clear brass solo toward the end…

The conversation went something like;

“I haven’t heard this song in years, since I was about 8 years old!  Oh I love this song”

“Really?”

“Yep, and this sounds like a great wedding tune for a first dance”

“I was just thinking exactly the same thing!”

“I’d love to play the trumpet”

“Would you like me to pick one up for you?”

“Oh my gosh that’d be amazing, yes please, I want to be able to play 7 instruments by the end of the year”

“Ok, I’ll have a look online and see what I can do”.

Fast forward to today, one cheap n cheerful trumpet procured for delivery this week.

Why?!  Why do I offer these things?

If you need me at any time in the next year, tap me on the shoulder to gain my attention.  These bad boys are going to be my best friends for the foreseeable future.

Author: Pollyanna Whyte

Single LDS Mormon Mum/Mom living in England. This is our blog on emotional health, fun, parenting, life, divorce, starting over, friends, family, church things, and budgeting. Stop by, tell us what you think, feel free to share (but credit the source please).

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