Mystery

cassette tape. Kathy was rearranging stuff and found a lot of old cassettes of music, talk and French lessons . . . . I don't recognize the handwriting on this but when I played it I wondered if it might be a gift from Victor - I'll ask him when I see him at choir practice on Wednesday . . .

Meanwhile we watched two more Miss Phryne Fisher mysteries and I played hammered dulcimer and noodled a tune for myself which I recorded and will see if I can transcribe . . .

So I've still not gone out to find golden, autumnal aspens . . .

I was choosing between this blip or this one