For those of you who don’t know, my husband plays the guitar. In fact the first night I met him many years ago, he played the guitar for me and my roommate out on the grass on the college campus where we were all attending. Since then, he has played the guitar and sung at various restaurants in the past, and he has played at weddings and other events.
Nowadays, he volunteers to play at a local nursing home once a month. It’s so cute to see these precious elderly people tapping their feet or maybe tapping on their wheel chair to the music. It’s a little bit of a bright spot in their day.
He’s still teaching guitar lessons, and I’m trying to encourage him to work on his own blog about playing the guitar. We’ll see how that goes. I’ll let you know if and when he gets his blog up and going.