My usual Saturday has had to shift to Sunday, if that makes sense.
Packing vegetables for Transition Turrifield (that I used to do on a Thursday afternoon) is now weekly and on a Saturday morning. My Saturday afternoons used to be set aside for flute duets but I never knew when I would get home after Turriefield, so we changed it to Sunday instead.
It doesn’t really matter when I play the flute as long as it is convenient for the First Flute (I am Second because my top notes are a bit suss and I am too lazy to ever practice!)
Anyway, as today is Sunday, we got the silver flutes out to murder Mozart. We had our usual audience. Obviously Pepper was grounded because of her poorly paw so I gave her “Lamb Chop” to keep her company.
Monster just slouched about and left when it all got a bit much. He just gets in the way anyway.
And that is why my Saturday has become Sunday (and in my head it all makes perfect sense, even if you are left scratching your’s).
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That sounds like a lovely weekend. Mozart would approve. When would you ever have time to practice? I love your audiences. I do hope that Pepper is well on the mend. We just had to replace an ancient cat bed with a Lamb Chop bed from Chewy, the PET company. The bed is the hot ticket item of the summer: rarely is it ever animal free. Monster is adorable.
No head scratching, makes perfect sense.
It makes sense to me but Monster doesn’t seem quite sure.