Had a kind of *cosmic* moment today when on the phone with Heather. It seems appropriate to share it here.

She and I were catching up on how we've all been doing. I was telling her about my grandson, Morgan, who lives with us. He will be a year on 14 Nov. He has always had an inexpensive baritone uke and an old autoharp sans chord bars available to play with, with respect. Anyway, I've been working with him on the concept of plucking the strings on the uke, not bang them with his drumstick. (That works fine on the autoharp...instant mini-hammer dulcimer:-)

Before my phone visit with Heather, this morning, he finally plucked a string, all by himself, which I quickly reinforced with hand-clapping, praise and "do it agains!" I was telling Heather about this, when he dragged it over to his lap and again began to pluck, loudly enough that she could hear it. It felt like something Rick would have gotten a kick out of and who knows...maybe he's teaching the nextgen through the aethers!*bg* Anyway, it was neat and I wanted to share it with you all.

kat