Tuesday, November 2, 2010


This is not my guitar :) -- from Balthus Van Tassel on Flickr
So one day last week my mom says to me, "I have an idea -- you should learn how to play the guitar. What's a folk-singer without a guitar?" Beware: when my mom has an idea, you'd better watch out. And today I found myself walking to my first lesson. There's a man who teaches guitar just a few blocks from my house. He was very good, or so my mom says. It's not that I doubt it, it's just that I don't know anything about music. I learned a lot, and I still haven't absorbed it all. It's hard to put all your fingers down at once on the strings. My fingers just don't want to cooperate. It's partly because I have double-jointed fingers and arms and partly because my hands are pretty weak. I just have never had to do too much with them, musically. So now I find myself learning how to play the guitar with no idea how it happened. But that's okay, I'll just strum a little bit over here by myself. *bong*

In other news, I'm re-entering the blogsphere! I've decided that I need to revitalize at least one of my blogs, and I decided that I have the most to share in my journey of becoming a Gaelic speaker. Please visit often, and as you can see, I don't always write much in Gaelic, like today. (Tha mi duilich -- tha mi ro shgith (sp?), agus chan eil àm gu leòr agam a-nochd.) So don't worry about the Gaelic side of things, anyone is welcome.

That's it for now!

Sin e an-dràsta!