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Yesterday I did something I hadn't done in a very long time.

I blew George.

It's been a long time and I'm really rusty; but it's the sort of thing that you never completely forget how to do. And it really is enjoyable.

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OK there are maybe two of you out there who actually know what I'm talking about, as opposed to some of you who think you know what I'm talking about. So, to clarify, George = my trumpet. Yesterday I practiced my horn for the first time in many years -- maybe even since grad school. I got out Arban-Prescott and did the first 10 etudes. Man, I have no range! My wind is good though; funny what quitting smoking and getting serious about singing will do for your lungs. Huh.

But. Super fun. I brought George with me and plan on taking time at lunch to get in a little playing. Hee, music, whee!

sneaking out of work is a good thing

I went to the shore this afternoon and got in a little more trumpet practice. It's a Very Good Thing to play at the shore; I even chatted briefly with a passerby who is also a trumpet player and also fond of playing at the shore. Hee!

I am happy to report that my range isn't quite as bad as I thought. Apparently not being afraid to be *loud* and putting enough air through the horn is important. Huh. Whoda thunk?

Also, I now require lip balm. I'm just saying.

George has a little red rot. Eek, not good for the little guy. New trumpet? Maybe? Plzthxyesokaybye.