A Midwestern red-head and her British-expat husband depart cozy Plymouth, Michigan for cozier Ithaca, New York (via the very warm city of Atlanta, Georgia).
Monday, June 4, 2012
We're still here, makin' some music with A's new guitar. It's a bit big, but he refuses to put it down anyhow. He even started to get blisters on his fingertips from strumming. Today he walked up to me, held up his hands, and said, "Mama, which hand is available?" Meaning which one doesn't have blisters.