...not like Neil Diamond, by the way. I am sitting at my giant vintage steelcase desk self indulging in design blogs. My desk looks out on my front yard and the birds nests that drive my cats crazy. Tonight, though, we are all serenaded by the young neighbor across the street who is learning to play the trumpet. I swear he is all of 7 or 8, but my aging skills are untested, for sure. Every time he tries a new note, their family dog decides to chime in. The mother then shouts for the dog to be quiet and the trumpet stops. Only to fill his lungs and try again. It isn't loud and somehow its charming. I love summer neighborhood concerts.
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