We all have ups and downs. But, when they are on the same day, the ups make the downs look not so bad!
Last week, I was given a prescription for a knee brace and an ankle brace. After the xrays and appointment, I went to the medical supply store. Between denial and sticker shock, I couldn't bear to pay the $200 for the braces...so I went home empty handed.
Recently, I've been searching online sources for a nice Bach trumpet for my #1 to play in band next year. If you purchase from ebay, you probably know how great sellers are. At least that is my experience. But just picking the right lot is probably most helpful. So I've searched, searched and searched. Refreshed. Missed "great trumpets." But, last weekend, I found "the one" for us and snatched it up. Although, having not seen it, and the seller only having a rating of 7....I was still nervous.
Today, still in tears over the braces and having head back from the doctor's office twice this week, I dragged my 3 kids to the medical supply store. I was so lucky to have a more knowledgeable sales associate help me. I got the ankle brace for those who are more active. (Last week's ankle brace was like wearing a skating boot, sans the blade. No joke.) I had told the family, a few times, that I would look like a robot. That it would be terrible.
Well, sitting there, trying them on, E* declared, repeatedly, that I did not look like a robot. That a robot had metal on it...not black. A*, in her own tween tone, declared that she had seen much bigger braces on other people. Yeah, said C*. Not a robot...but more like a cyborg. And Aren't you lucky that you aren't Luke Skywalker with a metal hand. haha. So, with seriously given comments like these, I couldn't tear up...or take myself too seriously.
So, we came home after stopping at Krogers for pop and icecream for floats with our lunch. As I was making cookies and sitting down to play the piano, there was a knock on the garage door. Insistant knock. So I hobbled to the door. Ken, mowing the lawn in 90 degree heat, said "There's a trumpet here!" Apparently, UPS stuck it inside the garage as the garage door was open. (Thank you, Mr. Brown!!)
I was sooo excited! First, I had to take the cookies off the cookie sheet...then I opened the case. I think there was a choir singing when I opened and saw a gorgeous, non tarnished Bach trumpet...TR300...just like the students who wanted to pay through their nose via the rental company. (Seriously?? 950 dollars for a used trumpet. I guess they don't realize that they can buy 2 of them new for that price.) I stuck the mouth piece in and started to play.
As you can imagine, the kids came running about to the call of the horn. C* is please..I am pleased.
And wearing this cumbersome, cyborg leg won't be too bad...I hope! Yes...pix...I know, Mom. You want pix! haha