Guitar

My little brother's learning to play, and he's getting good, if I do say so myself. He just got an electric for his birthday. He's practicing right now. I'd post a picture but I'm too lazy to scout out my camera.

'Carry On Wayward Son' is vaguely recognizable, albeit a little slow, and he's sort of singing softly in the background. He's no great shakes at singing, but he can carry a tune. I can't wait for him to be a big person, and yet he's adorable and huggable and nice just as he is. I'm afraid of the intermediate years, when he won't be nice to me anymore, like my other brother. But I'll be in college by then, so he'll only see me sometimes.

Of all the people in my house, I think he's one of the best. He's just a genuinely good, insightful person, despite the fact that he's only eleven.

And he's a good musician to boot.

Life

I found out this morning that a friend's mother died. Her father died when she was young, so now she has her grandparents and an assortment of older brothers. She's also one of the last families in our area that owns a farm, so she's always working, and she rarely has time for fun or activities (she used to be on stage crew, but she hasn't been in years because she never has time). She's a great, sweet person, with a great sense of humor; basically an all around good human being.

I don't understand life sometimes.