"Really?" asked Sandy.
"Sure. I have three years worth of music to catch up on! Carmen's a good writer."
"She is."
"Decided to capitalise on her musical insights huh?"
Sandy laughed.
"No, although Carmen's Corner has turned out to be a really popular column. I really love listening to her views on music, where it's going, what's happening now, and so on. I think, I think she actually managed to remind me why I started in journalism. I always wanted to talk to people about what different things, but I always felt like no one was listening. And then I started a web site - one of those free things, and writing into the newspaper, letters to the editor and that, and seeing my name in print and stuff, I finally began to feel like people were listening!" Sandy shrugged. "I guess, I kinda saw that in Carmen, the feeling that no one was paying attention to what she was saying. I bet she could talk all day about music."
"She probably could," Babsie smiled. "So can I!"
"Do you think it's harder or easier being in a family that loves music? I mean, in the sense of a common ground, or love?"
"I don't know. Never had the other. But like with anyone, we get a lot of arguments about music. You know, a lot of the kids are learning instruments. The studio was intended for recording and such, and the music room we have at the moment? It's way too small. Isaac and I have been talking about changing that room, into the ground-floor bedroom, and making this into the music room."
"But, isn't this room smaller than the music room?"
"At the moment, yes! The plan is to extend, upwards and outwards, and basically create a whole music wing."
"Awesome!"
"Yeah, I think so. That way we can keep all our instruments here, and we can have rooms or booths that are sound proof, where the kids can practice and write and whatever without interrupting or interfering with anyone else."
"That sounds like a fantastic idea!"
"Thanks."
"When are you going to get started?"
"Well, we still have to talk to the architect and get approval and all that jazz - pun intended - but we figure sometime after I'm back to 'normal'," Babsie gave a rueful smile. "I'm hoping to be walking for Psy's wedding."
"Psy?"
"My sister."
"Oh, that's right. Well, I'm sure you'll be walking again soon."
"I need to get some more weight on my bones."
"Well, with Lori as your cook, I'm sure that won't be hard!"