I have been hired to play guitar next month at a party. I haven’t played guitar in private or public for several years. Consequently I am disciplining myself to play some each day to revive my technique (not to mention the needed callouses on the left hand). This has been very interesting. I am not the same musician I was even a year ago. Like most people, I’m a moving target. I have firmed up many rehearsal techniques to enable me to continue to practice and perform. I find that sitting down at the guitar now is different. I am less interested in what I used to play (which was mostly my own songs and popular music). So I have been working my way through a book of classical guitar music. All I really need to do at this point is get some time in on the guitar and learn the songs I need to perform for the gig. One of them involves slide guitar (a piece by Leo Kotke) so I pulled out my slide as well.
Eileen had yesterday off as well as today. We spent most of yesterday moving stuff around in the house. Note the clock in the back of the above picture
I had to roll up the rug so we could shove stuff around.
The clock is a Hatch family heirloom. We decided to move it to the guest bedroom on the main floor.
We also had to move three bookcases which used to sit in front of these three bookcases.
One of them went where the clock had been
Eileen remarked yesterday that most people would be horrified to realize that they had company coming over due to the apparent disarray. We aspire to what most people probably think of as messy.
And one joined its brothers upstairs. Note the mattress. We also lugged this up there in preparation for visitors.
So we were busy little beavers yesterday. Before Eileen got up I had moved the computer in front of my bookcase of music. My body is kind of achy this morning. At one point yesterday, Eileen turned to me and said, “We’re old!” No argument here.