I just completed my 5th and final night, playing flute outdoors for 3 hours, at the Grotto. Compared to the 19 degree temps from a few weeks ago, tonight’s 34 degrees were downright balmy – sort of. 🙂
I loved the whole experience, especially hobnobbing with so many folks and educating them on the ways of the alto flute. Several children got to “help” me play by mashing keys but I found out that “gently!!” is a relative term.
For posterity’s sake, I want to record the fun highlights from tonight. A grown man (with special needs) played with his yoyo inches from my face. A young girl picked her nose inches from my face (a few weeks ago, a child sneezed all over my open song book). The top prize tonight goes to the young boy who grabbed the flute I was not playing at the time and just slobbered all over the mouth piece. The poor mom and grandma were mortified. I just smiled and realized I would need to use my special Slobber Be Gone spray at home. (Not quite sure what that would be? A shot of whiskey for me, a shot of whiskey for my flute. Silent night, all is sterile and bright!)
What a week this has been so far. Last weekend, I played flute outdoors at the Grotto in sub 25 degree temps. The first 3 hour night was do-able but the second night, with my holding *very* cold metal with bare hands and standing still, was just too painful (It’s not possible to play the flute with gloves and the fingerless ones don’t help that much. Jumping jacks while playing flute is right out).
What added to the excitement is that a family member was taken to the ER on the first night of my Grotto stint. We will be doing an emergency, pre-holiday visit soon with said anonymous sick person. Today, I had to cancel playing at the hospital because my guts were so off. I’m guessing it might be stress?! 🙂 Tomorrow, I will be playing briefly in a public performance with the key thought: sometimes “good enough” just has to be good enough. If it’s somewhat pretty and it makes one person’s day better – that would be great! I would like that.
Tomorrow is the 2nd anniversary of when Chris left us. We miss you everyday, Chris. I will be like the little drummer boy and play my best for you – because that is all I can do. If you can send some good llama energy down to the frazzled moose, I sure would appreciate that!
For you Chris.
We forgot Dad somewhere?
Chris (aka llama boy)