I practiced last night and, indeed, went on to the page where the note F# is introduced. There are some neat sounding finger exercises on that page, and it's always good learning another note.
Now, on trumpet there are only 7 possible finger combinations, and really only 5 that get used most of the time. But for each one, you can get 5, 7, or even more different notes depending on your skill. So as I explained to someone once, "You really gotta know where you're going ... or you'll end up somewhere else!".
Flute is ... daunting because there are so many buttons on the thing. But I'm coming to realize that it's not like a keyboard where the keys outnumber the fingers by far. On a flute the keys really only outnumber the fingers by a bit, and by and large, the fingers stay in a nice comfortable "home position".
I got some things packed that needed to go, including one large thing that the buyer wanted sent on their FedEx account number. Except when I tried it, I'd written the number down incorrectly and it was one digit short. When I got back here I checked the message on Ebay and wrote the number down correctly, and realized I had time to take it back up to FedEx so I raced back over there and ... it was just weird. No phone number for the customer, and the actual address was a super-fishy-sounding one where the company ostensibly buying this thing was a medical company. So I called it off.
I got a couple of chicken thighs from the chicken place and came back here and ate them, then sent a message to the buyer of the thing, that unless I hear from him I'll just send it the regular way on Monday. Or we can cancel the order. If the guy's running some kind of scam, he might want to just call it off.
On my way back I was also glad I had my long bolt "explainer" with me because while I waited for a light, there was a zombie on a typical zombie bike, squeaky and shitty since once one of 'em steals a bike they never maintain it since it's easier to just steal another. I paced myself as the zombie was going in the same direction I was, and slowly. I didn't let the zombie get behind me but wanted the nasty thing ahead where I could keep an eye on it. As we got near the railroad tracks, the zombie looked me over once again, I got ready to use the "explainer", and the damned thing turned around and went over into the parking lot behind the AAA place. I sped up and went on my way - I guess the zombie decided to hunt for brains elsewhere.
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