Surprised

My good friend Izzy came to the shop the other day. After we got back from lunch I did a little work to his trombone while we listened to the latest bit of odd music he brought in. He stayed the rest of the work day with me, practicing on his trombone as I worked. He spent a bit of time meditating on a blue theme that sounded rather familiar. I thought it was pretty good. I couldn't quite place it though. I thought it was an adaptation of a tuba line we both played a number of years back. After I mentioned something about it he looked rather confused. As it turns out, it was one of the Glagalash themes. Not only was it one of the Glagalash themes, it was one I wrote. To say I was surprised is an understatement. It isn't as if I have written so much music that I could forget some of it. Huh. I need to revisit Glagalash and see what more can be done to it. I know Izzy has improved a lot of it, but that shouldn't be hard to do. He is a much better musician than I shall ever be.

I hate that

I bought my Metropolitan on ebay some time back. It was missing any number of trim parts and anything else not strictly needed for mechanical operation. With the car came a parts car that I was unable to take. I should have done it. By this time I have found most of the parts I need to get it on the road again, though I am still buying some of the smaller missing parts. I just won a small trim piece on another auction. The seller was none other than the man I bought the car from. It seems I just bought a part the man tried to give me.

Dinner, of a sort

Living alone keeps opening up new strange doors. My eating habits have changed. Dinner tonight included two slices of toasted french bread, a large slice of cheese, half an apple, a chunk of cold turkey and a root beer float. I love all these things separately, but never considered combining them. Its glad that I am that I did.

I'm experiencing a sensation all together new to me

I bought a book on ebay not long ago and it just got here. There is an odd joy in finding a package in the mail box, even if you already know what is in it. That in itself is not worthy of a posting. The fact that my name was misspelled on the package does. It was spelled with a "ck" instead of the usual "ch". I will freely admit that the proper sound does not exist in the english language and I accept the usual misspelling due to the phonetic sound of the english interpretation of my name. This is the first time someone has misspelled my name without ever hearing an english speaking individual mispronounce it first. On a side note...every so many years either my father or I will introduce ourselves to someone new using the proper pronunciation of our name. Without fail they come to the english pronunciation all on their own in a very short time. I certainly don't object to the sound of it, but I do rather like it when someone uses the proper form...it makes me happy.