Emily has a guitar, but cannot play. Today I took her to her first lesson, she remains interested, and she’s in for at least the summer.
Kevin, the instructor, demonstrating
Except the transportation is by grandma, not bicycle, I’m looking forward to a summer of charming monotony, punctuated by happy recitations of what happened. Like my childhood. Blue sky, big clouds, a little sewing, lots of books, some special events, like camp.
We seem to have outgrown what Peninsula has to offer. Had you bet me we’d be turning to Hudson I would have seen you and raised the ante. But, Hudson is some of summer. It is, as they say, charming, excepting the congestion and lack of parking.
A postcard of Hudson
Emily’s guitar lesson is on Main Street, across from the clock tower. While she was strumming I walked farther down Main Street to find the art studio Laura will go to for a week in July for “Fashion Drawing.” The studio is on the second floor of a hundred year old building, “behind the yellow door.”
Both girls will help at the library two days a week. This one is easy; I drop them on my way to work and they walk back to my office when their duties are done (and they've refilled their book bags!).
I offered Laura one more camp, from a series of day camps offered at a local private school. I looked through the catalog first and thought she might take a camp about solving mysteries by following clues, or perhaps photography, or cooking, or even Chinese. Laura handed the catalog back in less than fifteen minutes. “Archery,” she announced.
Archery it is. I mentioned to Ann I had no idea why; I simply do not see Laura as an athletic little girl. “Katniss,” Ann replied. “What?” “Hunger Games. Every little girl who saw it probably wants to be an archer.”
Emily is helping Linda at several shows in June, July and August. Band camp for both of them, then back to school. Several swallows, but not too many. And, wait until you see the yellow door and the fine old staircase. I’ll make the trip one more time, and then Laura is on her own. I’ll be waiting in my reserved parking place.