Although I don’t have quite as formal a set of resolutions as my wife’s 25 at 25, I do have some things on my imaginary list that I would like to get to at some point. Here is a sneak peek: I would like to build my own house, I would like to own a motorcycle, and I would like to learn to play the saxophone.
While these ambitions are constantly circulating around in my head, I have been thinking about the third one quite a bit more recently as my wife and I are assisting in the formation of a contemporary praise band and organizing a new worship service at the church I grew up in. This recent focus on music and a musicians ability to engage and entertain has caused me to continuously return to my interest in picking up the saxophone. As I had neither the experience or the funds to procure one for myself, I was just waiting. That is until earlier this week…
When I got home from work Monday evening I found a strange case with a colorful ribbon tied to the handle sitting in the middle of our remarkably clean living room. As a side effect of spending a portion of this past weekend rearranging the living room to provide The Wife enough floor space to Zumba on the Wii, I had a fairly good idea of the contents of our living room, and this was definitely not on the list. When I took a second look at the sly grin creeping across her face, I knew The Wife had been sneaky.Apparently, when you are a member of a large family you have access to many different resources, in this case your older sisters musical instruments. (Thanks Linds!) The sax is a bit worn and has lived in its case for a few years, but with a little attention and a lot of practice just maybe I could be the next Coltrane.Thank you Ashley for enabling me to pursue my current obsession in a long list of current obsessions.
And as a bonus here is a nice image of His and Hers snowshoes drying off from the weekend workout.