The one thing I undoubtedly miss the most from High School (other than near daily doughnut persons and caramel slices, for which my figure shows the absence of such goodies) is music.
I miss so much my beloved Olga, my farting bedpost, more commonly identified as a Bassoon. I miss afternoons and mornings of rehearsals. I miss Jabsy chiding me for not practicing. I miss the enjoyment that I got through Music.
Olga was a Fox Renard 41, When I have the money (sometime after finishing uni but before kids) I will be buying a Bassoon, it may not be a 601 that could be considered the Rolls Royce of the Fox line-up. It probably will be a 222, though if any one has a spare US$16K, feel free to buy me a 601 I will start taking lessons and putting the dedication into it that I didn’t when in High School.
When I was with Karl in San Jose after I finished year 12, I made a trip up to Berkely to visit Forrests, I may not have bought anything and saw the sales assistants as utter snobs, but I was awed by the fact that whilst in that store I was surronded by other double reeders.
Whilst I do have a flute, for which I played before changing to the Bassoon, she just didn’t bring me the satisfaction that Olga brought me. Also I never was a decent flute player .
Not just Olga I miss but the busyness of getting ready for a concert, the singing in choirs. I miss making music.