Too Quiet

Granny just left for work, and the girls are with their mother for the rest of the week. The quiet here is so loud it is almost scary. It is amazing how loud absolutly nothing sounds like. Try it sometime. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I really am just getting old and senile. Or maybe it's just been so very long since our home has been totally empty that all this sudden quiet is hard to comprehend. Well, guess I had best enjoy it while it lasts. It's a good time to finish a book I have been reading, maybe break out the old 6 string and catch up on a little picking time.

Speaking of picking, I have a passion for bluegrass music. My dad and I used to spend a lot of time playing but over the years I have not been faithful to practicing. The yearning has begun to surface again lately. I have always tried to play rhythm guitar mainly because that's how I started. My dad played lead guitar, and I played rhythm for him. But lately, as the urge to take it up again has grown, I have been trying to learn more lead. This would have been a lot easier task years ago before my hands and fingers became so arthritic. Sometimes I can hardly hold down the strings but I am compelled to keep working at it. As with anything else, when we give up, when we accept defeat, we fail. I refuse to concede victory in anything to the enemy called failure.

Well, I have enjoyed all this quiet I can stand. Think I'll just go make some noise.

Via Con Dios DM