Sunday mornings are thankfully, usually quiet.
We sleep late. Bob and I that is. The boys are usually up around 7:30. Generally they are pretty quiet.
We usually don't see the whites of Sophia's eyes until about noon.
We brew a pot of coffee and wallow in it while watching Sunday Morning.
I love the trumpet in the opening music.
So clear and sharp.
This morning though Carter started plucking the guitar. My old guitar from when I was his age. When I was about 10, I don't really remember how old I was, my dad bought me the guitar at Schmidt Music at the Miller Hill Mall in Duluth, MN. I started lessons from a guy in a black blazer and red hair tied back in a ponytail. His name was/is Cheech. I remember him always having loose red hair stuck to that black wool jacket. To this day all I can think of is Cheech and Chong. I was very intimidated by him. He seemed very weird to me and not what you ran into in my VERY conservative world of northern Minnesota.
I remember the leaders in my youth group playing the guitar and I wanted to play like them. You know what I am talking about...KUMBIA around the camp fire at the lake. For some reason my playing never sounded like theirs. I guess I needed more than the dozen or so lessons I received.
Carter had my old books out and was playing my guitar that was terribly out of tune.
Bob grabbed his guitar and they tuned it up and had a mini lesson.
I love listening to the sound of acoustic guitar but I love listening to my family on Sunday morning.
Especially with the rain that has been never ending.
And watching Carter concentrate so hard, working the tongue inside his cheeks. His dad does the same thing when he is really concentrating.
Carter also wants to play the violin. He asked me a few months ago.
I have started to put off the "oh my gosh, the kids are interested in xyz lets run out and get them lessons." If they keep asking about it months after the first time they bring it up I will start looking into it.
Carter reminded me again today that he wants to play the violin.
That and Karate.
Wish he would play the piano or guitar or flute...I have those instruments.
Maybe if his dad takes guitar lessons with him he would like that.
I just need to make sure there is not Cheech giving the lessons.
Work the tongue Carter. Stick with the guitar.
A nice Sunday morning to be sure. The rain is never ending here too. You made me remember my H.S. Guitar class. I still play around with it every now and then. You are wise to wait a bit on the other lessons Krista. I remember those days too, hard to keep up with everything they are interested in.
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