Naked Guitars And Spanish

I've decided to take the plunge and try to write a novel in November at the NaNoWriMo site online. It will be interesting to see if I can do it. I wrote one in three weeks about two years ago but that was before I realized how bad I was at writing. Believe me, when you start editing what you've written you become quite amazed at your inability to write anything worth reading. I was telling the Mom that in revising my manuscript I found out I had people getting out of a chair two to five times that they had only sat down in once. If you don't think that's a neat trick, well, just try it sometime. You'll see it isn't so easy as it sounds. Speaking of neat tricks, CG1 learned one last Wednesday. He now has the wonderful ability of stringing his guitar. The poor thing was stringless for about two days. I imagine that's about the same as running around naked for a human. Poor thing. It's a wonder it didn't catch cold. However, you'll all be glad to know it is in good health and making good sounds now that it is restrung. Hooray for music lessons and awesome teachers. Speaking of teachers, CG1 is being taught Spanish this year. It is most interesting to listen to his progress. He comes home from school, I come home from work and we look at each other and say hello. I ask how school was and I get the response, "It's school, Mom." as if that adequately answers my question. Then, at some random time in the evening I'll be having a conversation with some other member of the family and the boy will walk by and spout something in another language that I cannot understand. I vaguely recognize it as Spanish but because he mumbles so badly I cannot hear what he is actually saying. English mumbling can at least be deciphered. Spanish mumbling is much more scary. The last time I spoke Spanish, I was in high school and I wasn't very good at it then. I've digressed somewhat in my language skills since then and I do not trust the boy not to be telling me off in his Spanish undertone. I look at it this way, he may not tell me how school is going but if he can inject Spanish into everyday speech, he must be learning something, right? Just agree. It makes me feel better.