Well good morning to my local police – once again! I think they should start charging the Nasties every time they have to make a trip to my house.
It’s a beautiful day outside. Only 75. I opted to open my windows and turn off the air. Love the cool breeze.
I guess the Nasties don’t appreciate Sunday morning music. It was around 9:30 a.m. – just in time for coffee. So Nice Police Officer rings my doorbell. Says Nasties have complained about loud noises coming from my house.
I hand Nice Police Officer his usual cup of coffee. Now it just so happened I was still playing my hammered dulcimer when Nice Police Officer rang the doorbell. I said well, the only noise I had been making was I was playing my dulcimer. I did have my windows open so I suppose if they stood close enough beside my house they could hear it. He laughed and said from what they described it sounded more like a rock band was blasting away. I said well, I was playing my hammered dulcimer and I proceeded to play it for him. He was impressed and wanted to know how hard it was to learn to play it. So, I sat him down, taught him a quick version of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” and he’s hooked.
So, I told Nice Police Officer I had no clue what the Nasties were complaining about as all I had done this morning was play the hammered dulcimer! Nice Police Officer told me to carry on. He loved the music and, if it was okay, he’d like another lesson sometime. Told Nice Police Officer that was fine with me. He could stop by anytime and I’d show him another tune. Said he’d have to get himself one and one for his wife, too. I said here, call this guy and he’ll make you one. Nice Police Officer finished his coffee and left humming “Twinkle, Twinkle!”