Lately it seems as if a week does not go by in this place when we don’t need to replace some sort of battery. I like to keep a plastic storage box (the size of a shoe box) in the kitchen cabinet filled with assorted sizes of fresh batteries – from the button sized batteries that go in the tiny laser-pointers, to the AA and AAA sized (most popular) to the lesser-used Cs, Ds, and 9V. Most of the time, if we need a new battery, all I have to do is go grab the box and within a few moments the need has been filled. However, when it comes to replacement of specialized batteries, like trimble surveying batteries or cell phone batteries, we usually have to go shopping online and order them when we need them. Having to wait a few days for them to arrive is an aggravation, but it makes no sense to me to have spares of those on hand since they don’t need to be replaced as often.
We were so saddened by the news that Uncle Stan had passed away, but we were grateful that he passed in his sleep, and was not in any pain when it happened. I guess when all is said and done, that is the best that anyone can hope for, to just fall asleep and never wake up again, and to have no pain when it happens. It was still unexpected, however, and we were saddened by the thought that we will never hear him play his saxophone at family gatherings during the future family parties. I heard that he left all of his musical instruments to his son, which wasn’t much of a surprise, but nobody thinks he will use any of it, and will probably end up taking it all down to the pawn shop. That made me sad, too.
It surprised me to know that my teenaged niece didn’t know what a cello was, considering all the music based performances she has been involved in throughout the years. Especially consider that she is teaching herself how to play the guitar. While she and her little brother were over for the day we got into some pretty interesting conversations. I try to encourage conversation with them instead of just parking our butts in front of the television for the majority of the time that I get to spend with them.
While we were talking about musical instruments I mentioned the cello and she admitted that she had no idea what a cello was. So of course I had to jump on my laptop and find a cello online. I seem to be able to find any musical related instruments and accessories easily on the Internet! Now she is expressing an interest in learning how to play one, isn’t that something!
My older sister is left-handed, as is my mother. Me, I’m ambidextrous for the most part, but my right hand is my dominant hand. I’ve found that I can write or do decorative painting with either hand, but I find it very difficult to brush my teeth left-handed. (Maybe I’ll practice that a bit, just for kicks and giggles!) Seems to me that left-handed people have it rough. So many things are designed with right-handed people in mind. Many of the items designed for south-paws tend to be more expensive, too! From time to time I’ll take a look around to see what things cost for south-paws and today when I was poking around online for bargains for lefties I found that there is a promotion going on to save on left handed guitars at musicians friend website. Sounds great, but I can’t even play the guitar with my right hand!
One of the things that really annoyed me when my kids were in school, was how expensive the band instruments are. My oldest son decided that he wanted to learn how to play the alto sax, and when we went to the after-school meeting where we had to place the order for the instruments I was shocked at how much money the parents had to pay for the instruments! Sure, they had options where you could lease the instrument, or buy it outright, but either way the price shocked me! As a single mother on a very tight budget, I had no idea how in the world I was going to be able to afford to pay for the instrument. And then my ex-husband talked me into buying the instrument instead of leasing it, which made sense at the time. After all, if our son had stuck with the music and gone on to continue to play through all of high school, and into college, then it would have been a wonderful deal.
As it was, he dropped band after two years, and we owned a musical instrument that we could not seem to sell. I tried for years to sell it, finally selling it after about ten years. I sold it for less than it was worth, but at that point in time I just wanted to get it out of the house, and into the home of someone who might actually USE it!