And, yes, I am actually going to learn how to play it - never mind what Didgeridoo Boy thinks. He thinks I will give up on it and he will wind up with it, however, this only motivates me to bite my lip through the pain of developing callouses and try harder. Heavens, he made me mad yesterday - "Honestly, sweetie, I think I'm going to inherit it because I don't think you'll stick with it - and when I do, I'm going to change all the knobs out to neon green...and...." He was grinning from ear to ear the entire time, so I think, perhaps, he was trying to motivate me in his own special way. Yes, it backfired. Sometimes I lack a sense of humor, and will snap like a provoked terrier. The situation deteriorated into him telling me I could find someone else to teach me how to play it, and me turning the stove off in the middle of cooking dinner and traipsing out to sit someplace away from him. Five minutes later it was over, though, and he wound up showing me a few things that resulted in lovely, sore fingertips this morning.
Perhaps he'd like to be awakened by the sound of me practicing scales. He did say I could use his amp...
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