What is this doing in my house monday?
Sticks solved my entry dilemma for this week. As I was running (literally!) to make a FedEx deadline this afternoon I was thinking…
…about our downstairs and what an utter disaster it is after this weeks' round of concerts, about how I couldn't take the car to work this morning because it was still full of drums and Latin percussion from last night's college concert and how annoying it was to be running to FedEx and then running home, but at least I was saving the gas to drive….even if I was 10 minutes late to everything and where the heck were those doggone drums gonna go when they WERE unloaded, and at least we could give the drum teacher his timbales back…
And I burst in the back door after getting everything where it needed to go and running (again, literally) to the bank, and was greeted by this:
Timbales are the sort of tinny toms that you hear as the primary timekeeper in latin percussion. Sticks plays in the college latin combo as well as the jazz band, and had borrowed Al's timbales for the concert yesterday….
Now he has his own. Yeeee haaaa. And they're in my living room. The proof is in the reflections, where glimmers of everyone's castoff coats, sweaters, papers, drums and other miscellania beams back.
Frankly, I'd much rather have Lee's cupcake toppers or Denise's chips. The chips especially bring back memories of playing cards at my grandma's house, too….