Tuesday, August 2, 2016

I just wanted to tell you...

Four years and four months between blog posts. That there's a record! And one might reasonably ask, "Why bother?"

Why, indeed?

Because: The last time I wrote, I expressed an interest in taking guitar lessons.

Now I am a guitar player.

I know! Who would have thought? I, the queen of great ideas that never come to pass, actually rented a guitar, signed up for guitar classes at Swallow Hill, practiced once in a while, and now can play a small number of songs from memory and a larger number of songs with a chord sheet in front of me.

Naturally, I have so much more to learn. I don't practice nearly enough to get as good as I want to be. And yet, and yet...the difference between being outside the house at the window with my nose pressed up against the glass and being *inside* the house is staggering.

Later on I will wax rhapsodic about Swallow Hill, what a great school, wonderful community, and how many dear people I have met through that beloved place. I will ponder the power of saying yes to a dream. I will probably chastise myself for such a long absence. For now, this will do.

I just wanted to tell you.

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