Today I do not slave for the man. Today I will ignore the cold (and it’s there) and I will put on makeup and socially acceptable clothing and I will drive 30 miles. Today I will pick up Jude’s banjo.
It is a Christmas gift for my son and I’m hoping it’s one from which joy will come and one that will last longer than last year’s Wii or those drums I bought him two years that were favored not as an instrument but as something off which to jump.
About three or four months ago, I played this song for Jude. It was a Saturday and he was, no doubt, Lego-ing on the floor under my feet. He asked first, “What is making that noise?”. I answered his query and he asked second, “Can I have one?”.
Today there is a banjo and tomorrow is Jude’s first concert: Breathe Owl Breathe. The serendipity of these two things combining so close together in the timeline of our lives is not lost on me. As a sidenote, it’s really fucking awesome to have a great kid.
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