Saturday morning I bought a guitar for $40.00. Saturday afternoon, while Joseph was at a friend’s house, I played guitar for about three hours straight, feeling ridiculously happy about it. Peter suggested that I was playing it too much. (I suggested maybe he was spending too much time on the computer). But by the end of the afternoon, I could play one children’s Halloween song, and one church song that I like. And I was ridiculously happy about that. And my fingers hurt.
So Monday, I took that guitar to school, and it seemed to emit an expansive shield of happiness around me as various students had rather hard Monday mornings involving quite a bit of screaming. I could have hugged them all and said “It’s alright! Because I can play guitar now!” And later, at circle time, I played my Halloween song for them. They listened with a fair degree of interest. No screaming that I can recall.
As a violinist, there’s something very freeing about a guitar. The violin has to be held right under your chin. It sort of robs you of your voice while you’re playing. You can’t sing along. You sacrifice part of yourself for the music. But with guitar, it’s more of a partnership. You feel it vibrating through you, and your voice is free to sing or hum along. Something about the smallness of the plucking movement too, as opposed to the big motion of pulling a bow across a string . . .
Okay, enough about the guitar. I realize already that the magic of it is fading. I don’t have three hour chunks of time very often, and my students will get less attentive when the guitar isn’t a novelty. But it’s been nice.
I haven’t forgotten about Kate, and wanting to get together with her somehow. So I e-mailed her and gave my phone number. I also invited her to our church on November 18, for the gala book signing event for The Year of 42 (otherwise known as putting-a-few-copies-out-after-the-service-in case-anyone-is-interested). I’m going to bring her original cardboard art work and I’m sure people would be interested and friendly. Probably not a big chance that she would want to come. But maybe.