Thu, 02 Mar 2006
It’s Music TimeLucky for us, we planned the move over President’s day weekend. That gave everyone an extra day to relax and enjoy the new house, the snow, the fresh air, and generally relax.
On Tuesday I worked for the first time at Music And More in Auburn. I only had 3 students that day but it was nice to get a feel for the studio and the students. I had one brand new student who’s never played before, an 8 year old who wants to learn to play and is so shy that he barely said a word the whole lesson, and a young man who just “gets it”. Evan is the dream student. He picks things up really fast and he obviously practices. It’s really going to be fun teaching him. It also turns out that he goes to high school with my buddy Sean so I may have to get those 2 to play music together.
In the evening we did a little slow jam. Since it was a pretty impromptu situation we only had 4 people show up. But it was still a lot of fun. It was an interesting combination of instruments though. We had on girl on steel string guitar, Mike, one of the owners of Music and More, on classical guitar, Sean on mandolin and me on guitar, mandolin and banjo.
The Slow Jam is going to become a regular monthly jam at Music and More starting in April. Everyone who plays a string instrument is welcome regardless of proficiency. Although you should probably be able to at least play a G, C and D chord.
Watch this blog for the schedule.
Well that brings us to the long drive back. We didn’t get on the road until 12:30 so I was expecting to get home quite late. But somehow we made it in just about 8 ½ hours. We were even able to stop off at our favorite restaurant “Marrietta’s” in Santee. Every time we show up that late the waiters know that we just drove the 580 drive from the northern California house so they always greet us with “Welcome Home!”
Welcome home indeed. It feels strange to call the mobile home our “home” when we only started living there this week. The Weimar house feels like home but we’re not there. I’ve visited the new owners of our old house to drop off some more keys and a list of phone numbers for the utilities and that house sure doesn’t feel like home any more. So where exactly is “home”?
I think “home” is wherever I am when I’m sitting next to my wife, reading a book, and petting Tequiza the cat who’s curled up between us. Yeah, that feels like home.
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