Binding Tie
It’s fun to have company, especially when it’s a child, and he brings his guitars, and he helps with a plumbing project because that’s fun, too. So, yesterday evening I managed to get a new faucet installed in the guest bathroom, troubleshoot a toilet issue, learn three new chords, and have a pizza and beer. And speaking of children, earlier in the day I got a call from my daughter who moaned about missing out on the music.
The plumbing was just a thing that came up. This is the first time we’ve used the guest rooms since his brother departed for a nice spot on the river after lending me a helping hand in the wake of his mother’s passing. The two brothers have a music weekend planned and I got a pass-by visit, which is nice, because as I mentioned I got new chords, plumbing, and later this morning we’ll talk about some strumming patterns before he heads off.
Kinship is nice, but I think when it’s strung together with the mutual love of music that thread can tie an awfully tight bond. I guess it’s no surprise it happened to my kids; I met their mother because I played guitar and sang, so we always had music in the house in one form or another. Now here we are, all down the road, finding joy in each other and the songs. Playing, remembering, having fun.