Woke up to a calm and quiet morning. Coffee, panetone carried home from an Italian bakery, family and lot's of presents...
The biggest gift for me, for last! The big box with the big mystery which I was sure was a push lawn mower because I couldn't imagine anything else I could possibly want or need that was so big. But that only made the surprise so much sweeter!
I've wanted a banjo for many years but because I don't know how to play one and because I've somehow convinced myself that I have zero musical proclivity I just pushed the longing deep into the back-est, hidden-est, recesses of my desires and left encounters with banjos to my dreams. In the dream I wear a wife beater and a long skirt. I sit on a tall stool with a microphone and sing and play my banjo and it feels right and it sounds great....
But not for real. Yet!
Along with the banjo came some lessons with a gentle man who I think I'll be able to relax enough to learn from and already I've learned to hold the instrument a little bit more properly and to relax my fingers and keep the digits discreet from the body of the banjo (which I think is good)!
It's such a pretty thing and it sounds so cheerful with just a pluck or a strum that I've decided I can learn to play. I will learn to play & I'm extremely excited!!!
Even if I never make it to the big time with the bright lights and the microphone, one day Jono and I will be able to make music together which is better than all the bright lights and big times in all the world!