....for my eyes .... I mean for my ears only.... in order to practice with this recorder.
I don't think I'll send this to Peter, but I might change my mind if I don't sound stupid.
My brother, Peter O'Poole , is five years older than me . And I'm not embarrassed to say that I have idolised Peter my entire life, from the day my baby blue eyes and black hair understood that the boy with curly brown hair and green eyes, and the idiotic grin always leaning over me was my brother.
I'm definitely not sending Peter....
Rewind ...
I can get rid of the last word or ...
Fast forward
Insert
( I can insert things I forgot or want to clarify)
Or I can keep it even though it sounds stupid, which I think I'll do.
Record ....
Peter was not the child my parents expected .
Neither was I
But you don't get to choose your parents, and they don't get to choose you.
My parents did pick each other before Peter came along though, which is one of the unsolved mysteries of the universe. Mom is an astrophysicist and former astronaut. Dad is a molecular biologist and a Nobe Laureate. Mom is always looking up.
Dad is always looking down.
Mom wanted girls. Dad didn't want kids at all .
Within months of Peter's abrupt departure, by mutual consent, my parents split up.
Mom is dating an old man with three young girls . Dad is dating a young woman .