Sounds like it could be the title of a really awful horror movie or something right? But it happened... A couple of weeks ago, Ryder expressed an interest in taking guitar lessons. So Chase and I were super excited about it and rented a guitar, found a teacher in our area {the cat lady}, and his first lesson was last Monday. Mrs. Cat Lady lives here in Pingree and seemed to be a pretty decent teacher but...her house smelled like pet presents {you know, the brown and yellow ones} and I kid you not, Chase had to keep shooing the cats out of Ryders guitar bag the entire lesson-NOT COOL! But in a half hour lesson he learned about frets, directions, and the notes E, F & G. He has been practicing everyday. So maybe we should try Mrs. Cat Lady one more time!? What would you do?
