I got my guitar on my 50th birthday, so it’s easy for me to keep track of how long I’ve been playing guitar – so it’s been three years now. Two years of lessons. I’m having a good time. I have a practice app that I’ve been using for a bit now, it tracks my playing time – I have a goal to play 175 hours by black friday and if I do that, I’m buying myself a v.n. (very nice) dresser that I’ve been eyeing. It’s both do-able and a little hard. I need less than 10 hours, so about 20 minutes a day which I should be able to do. Though sometimes, I’m like…do I really need that dresser? Also, I can tell that my ability to concentrate is not fantastic. This is a relatively challenging fast run of notes that doesn’t last that long and in the middle of it, I can feel my mind drifting from the concentration even though I’ve been committed to concentrating for like 90 second. Gah. I then went to in-person guitar lesson and now I’m good friends with the guitar teacher and there was only one other adult student in the class, so we just talked about random crap with guitars in our hands. I love it.
Then I went to church where I replaced this door knob on the accessible bathroom. I accidentally walked in on someone on Thursday night at choir practice and then three of us spent some time trying to figure out if the door locks and…it does not. So I bought a light commercial doorknob and went in to replace it. I budgeted two hours for this and one extra trip to home depot, but I needed neither – took 15 minutes and BOOM done! Now one can pee in complete, assured ADA door knob privacy. I’m feel extra spicy these days – I got an electrical plug put in and replaced this doorknob in the last week at church. I’m feeling groovy and like I have an entire ‘nuther building to take care of besides my house.
Then I got to go see some bands play from – this is the recital from my guitar school. Again groovy. Wore earplugs which does not feel entirely sociable, but it’s like 95 decibels. Too loud.
Then I came home and worked on fruit cake. This is either going to be delicious or really really weird. A dessert for when people had no refrigeration or chocolate and the only thing they could do to entertain each other was to drink – essentially spoiled fruit juice, I can’t quite decide.
