The hills are alive with the sound of Music..

The hills are alive with the sound of Music...

You know, I usually look forward to the week end. It’s time to hang loose, the most I worry about is if I can get away with “not doing “ the lawn. Heck, come Saturday night - I look forward to joining my kids and watching some Naruto [ cartoons ]. But, lately my week ends seem to bring fear, large amounts of fear.

Look, I am grateful that my daughter has an interest for music. She’s shown interest in the "recorder" [ looks like a flute to me ], she’s taken some tips on the Drums from me and when she showed interest in the Piano - a teacher at her elementary school gave her some tips. So what does she do when she get “band” in middle school [ jr high ] - she decides she wants to learn how to play the Alto-Saxophone ????

So what’s the problem, what causes me such fear - I love my little girl, but when she ask me if I can pick her up Friday from school so she can bring home her Alto-saxophone so she can practice making noise....

I didn’t say - she did...
It’s what she said - let me quote her "Dad my teacher taught us how to make noise today".

Oh, trust me people no matter how much I love my little girl - it does not sound like the hills are alive with the sound of music [ more like something is dieing in them darn hills ].But like any good dad, I sit, I listen and I pray that she gets better. God I pray she gets better.