I can usually tell when and if I'm meant to have the things that I want. A perfect example of what I mean ensued last week.
I've been tinkering around more on my keyboard, kindly loaned to me in college by TexasToast, but its small range, tin-y sound, unweighted keys, and lack of a suspension pedal slowly eat at me. I'm sort of a tone (sound quality) freak, and not being able to get the sounds I want is frustrating. So I had decided that I would save up and buy a nice electric piano. That went fine.
Then last week, I had saved enough and wanted to go and get it on Tuesday. That day, however, I dropped my car off for an oil change and checkup. Of course, fate decided that I was not meant to have the piano. I had saved $370 for the exact price of the piano, but my brakes needed work done. The final bill? $370. Plus tax. Why me?
2 comments:
perhaps your muse believes you were meant to use this time to compose your own music...
good thought stoppable. that's life, baby. Sorry about that. Your brakes need work already? I thought Beecher's checked all that out. But better safe than sorry. Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go....
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