It’s been really hot here in Billings for the last four or five days, with the heat peaking yesterday at 104ºF or so, and now today, it’s supposed to “only” be 97ºF… I’m looking forward to tomorrow, which is supposed to be 77ºF!!! Evidently, there’s a “cold front” coming in. Thunderstorms pending this evening, of course. It’s times like these that I’m glad I live in a basement apartment!!! There are advantages to it! I’ve felt exhausted for the last few days, today included, so I’ve been concentrating on playing my new Fender electric guitar. Today, I decided to figure out how to play one of Squiggle Bug’s favorite songs so that he can clap to it. He loves the song “B-I-N-G-O”, so I figured out how to play it on my guitar (I play quite well by ear, thank the Good Lord) and I’m really hoping he likes it after he gets through the initial wonder of what on earth an electric guitar is and how it makes that noise, haha! I’m going to have my husband hold him while I play it for him the first time or two so he isn’t scared of it or anything. We’ll have another musician in the family, hopefully! My nephew, even as young as he is, has a great sense of rhythm and loves music! I just hope he likes climbing, too, but it’s okay if he doesn’t. I’ll expose him to as many different things as I can so he can experience things and hopefully find something he really loves in life! That’s what I see my job being as his aunt!!! I just think of all the people in my life that I’m grateful for that took the time to show me things growing up and giving me experiences that shaped me and my love for so many things in life! Some of them I’ll never be able to thank in the flesh, but hopefully there’s a place in Heaven where I can give them a big hug and thank them for making a difference in a kid’s life!!! We’ll see how “B-I-N-G-O” electric-guitar-style goes over. Updates pending…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.