Nun sells a double-reed piece of her past.

[sistawendy]

Most of you might not have known that I was a teenage oboist. I played in my local youth orchestra for, what was it, five years? (Remember, I grew up in a college town.) I even made the all-state orchestra a couple of times in the fairly populous state of Florida.

The thing is, I've played my oboe four times that I can recall in the last twenty-three years, and I'm in need of cash for electrolysis. So, onto eBay it has gone. I played it last night one last time, and I have to say it felt good. If I really couldn't live without it, well, I wouldn't have effectively lived without it this long, would I have?

If it makes you feel any better, motherofangels, this wasn't easy. I still have the piano, which has a much bigger literature. On the other hand, if this is the biggest sacrifice I make for my transition, I'll have gotten off lightly.

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[mahariel.livejournal.com]

I still have my clarinet, although my saxophone was sacrificed to the bill altar while we were still living in NO. I was, as in so many things, good but not great. I've got a box full of ribbons from solos and such kicking around still.

I'm holding onto the instrument mainly "just in case" for Miss G, if she decides she's interested in playing. It's a sweet lady, and I got it for a song when I was a HS senior, from a guy who fixed up old instruments and sold them only to students.