We have a bag pipe playing neighbor. I love it! He/She lives in the apartments behind us, and we're separated by a little wood, so it was a funny experience opening my bedroom window and hearing bag pipes that I couldn't see. I sat down by my window and listened to the music and the birds calling to each other, and smiled. I was sitting at my loom (I love that my loom is now by a window with a great view), and I started thinking about old, dying-out art forms. Something about the setting and the music made me very contemplative and relaxed. It was nice.
Jessica and I are all moved into our apartment now. We're getting settled--last night we finally found enough shelf space for all our books (at least, I hope it was all of them!), and slowly the apartment is becoming home. I hope our bag piper friend plays again tonight.
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I know your bag pipe player. She is the crazy lady I told you about that lives in Brownstone next door to Virigina. The one with the dog. I forgot about the bag pipes
OH! I know EXACTLY who you are talking about! Shauna Ann I think her name is. Does she ride her bike every where Sarah? And she calls her cat and dog her children.
Yeah that's her. She rides her bike everywhere. Got to keep her dog in the apartment because she "trained seeing eye dogs." That's why 3 years latter she still has him.
So yeah still waiting for pictures of your apartment lol. Exciting about the bagpipes....its like you live in Dublin....excpt not lol.
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