This evening I heard the most unexpected sounds coming out of our family room. The strains (and I mean "strains") of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star were wafting through the house. It was Husband, practicing after just one quick lesson from the young university student he hired to teach the elementary strings students this year. I was impressed.
It reminded me of people I've known who picked up on a new musical instrument when they were older. Lana took harp lessons in her 60's. June learned to sing--and I mean operatic singing--in her 30's. And my dad taught himself guitar in his 40's.
People who are gutsy enough to learn a new instrument when they are yay-old should be applauded. Yep. Applauded.
P.S. To be clear, Husband has no intention of someday playing in the university orchestra or the valley symphony. He's just practicing to play for the elementary school students at their assembly on Friday. He does have a point, but I don't recall what it is.
You're right. I am to be commended for picking up the fiddle late in life. But if you heard me ... lol
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