I found my tin whistle book. It was…wait for it…shelved tidily in the bookcase not 18 inches from my elbow as I work every day.
In my defense, I’d forgotten that it was a full-sized book, and had been searching for a smaller one, which in my opinion explains why I didn’t see it. Also I didn’t look on that bookcase, because I thought I was looking for something smaller (well, I *was* looking for something smaller, just wrongly) and I thought it was on the other bookcase. Or in a box. But it was neither, and now I have a second one to practice with, too, because Ted bought me one after I lost the first one. o.o :)
Maybe I’ll go practice. :)
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