The numbness is setting in

I did something kinda exciting last week , , , , ,

It all started out as "McKay taking guitar lessons" and is still that . . . .

BUT, swim season has started and McKay is very busy.

Too busy to take his guitar lessons.

Enter starving musician (the guitar teacher)

I can tell this kid (the age of my oldest son) needs the money.

and I hated to tell him McKay was going to quit for a while.

Enter wanna-be guitarist (me!)

Forget that I am 40 something very fastly approaching  50 something . . . .

I asked the starving musician if he'd mind teaching me while McKay does his "swim thing."

What's he to say?  NO? 

He asked me what "style" I'd like to learn . . . jazz maybe?

We decided on folk. 

 Poor guitar teacher!!

hey, he thought the song I brought to learn

"I am a child of God"

was pretty cool, at least he was being nice about it!

I have a goal.

The goal is to play said guitar at girl's camp coming up in June.

(you can feel sorry for the girls!)

I have visions of camp songs around a campfire.

(as long as they all those songs are in my repertoire which is currently ZERO)

I'm glad I have this goal, because . . .

the first lesson was really fun.

B.U.T, the first practice session wasn't very fun. . . .

my first words to my husband were

"I don't think I can do this"

I've practiced every day since.

My fingers hurt like the dickens and are becoming kind-a numb feeling.

Each day, I'm able to play a new chord.

AND

I'm praying calluses develop soon.

PLEASE!

 Yes, I am CrAzY!!!