on a lazy summer afternoon.
I sit here at my computer with an electric guitar and a hymnal in my lap, writing electric-guitar parts to “Glory and Praise To Our God” in tablature so Big Brother can learn it for Sunday Mass. Last night we received the music list for the entire summer, standardized so that every Mass at the parish has the same music. “Glory and Praise” will be repeated throughout the summer, and I knew a cool coda part for it, so Big Brother was eager to learn it.
Middle Sister brings out her guitar and decorates her strap.
Little Brother takes out his toy guitar and strums away.
Big Brother explores my guitar and comments on how an acoustic-electric 12-string is different from an electric 6-string.
We could go swimming. But this is pretty cool too.