Today’s theme is music, and if I write one more post about how much I love music and love to play the piano, I might barf all over the keyboard. So instead I thought, since yesterday was all about my sister, why not make today all about my brother. My brother is a handsome young man of 15 years. He’s a foot taller than I am, smells faintly of motor oil, and has calluses on his fingers from playing the bass so much.
My brother is more gifted musically than I’ve ever been. He started by playing the piano, did it just long enough to become a better pianist than me, then decided it was too boring and switched to playing the bass, then the guitar and lately, the mandolin. He’s a natural, can play anything by ear and continues to awe his bass teacher and anyone willing to listen to him play.
I’m extremely proud of my brother, and I know that he’ll make it big one day. I took this picture at our lake house in the archipelago last weekend. There was a storm heading our way, you could feel it in the air, the water was choppy and the wind blowing hard. Anton sat in a rocking chair on the porch with an old beat-up guitar in his lap, and played beautiful music, accompanied by the thunder in the distance.
I love you, little brother. Oh, and I forgot to ask earlier, do you and Wiki want to come see the new Harry Potter movie with me and M? *