Tonight was my last flute lesson. I hesitate to say that this was the end to all further instruction, but it is a strong possibility.
My teacher, who, will Lord willing, have her second baby in a month, is about to go on her leave. And I? The prospect of moving is too great to really know how things will work out.
I do not plan to give it up. Far from it, I hope to keep it up as best as I can, and possibly (someday) teach. I have my beginner’s flute tucked away for some unknown purpose. Until I figure out what that purpose is, it will continue to collect dust.
She has seen me through flute choir, camp, and many recitals.
And she never once complained. Not that she would. : )