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I can play guitar now. That's new. If you give me a song I can sing, and the corresponding chords, I can strum along, slightly off beat. And with the same up/down/up/down tempo that matches hardly anything. Except Neil Diamond songs.
I am having ankle surgery in September. It appears my tibia was sorta crushed in a bad sprain a couple years ago. It validates my hunch that the pain was more than tendinitis. The doctor will drill a hole in my bone until he reaches healthy tissue, so that fresh blood can travel down the hole to regenerate dying bone. He calls it gopher surgery, which I find comforting.
I'm writing a book about a girl with a crappy, dysfunctional family, who reconnects with her mom, who has come back into her life after finding Buddha. It's fun to write, but I may to step out of first person. She's too annoying, this girl. I like the idea of multiple points of view, but I also think that's a cop-out.
My favorite song to play thus far is Slip Sliding Away. It's easy. And sad.
The other day, in a soccer game, a woman charged at me as I was clearing a ball out of the back. When my ball flew by her (not necessarily that close, but it was a hard-struck ball). She yelled, "JESUS CHRIST" at me and cheap-shotted me later in the game. I saw her on a TV ad last night. She's a hospice chaplain for a charitable end-of-life care facility.
Everyone in our house has had Rotovirus (or something similar) in the last month. It causes early morning diarrhea. Madeleine has twice walked upstairs to complain of stomach aches at extremely inopportune moments. We don't have a door.
I don't watch tv, except for the local news, but when Carrier comes on, I just can't stop watching. Is this how reality shows are for everyone else? You just can't stop watching?
I'm trying to get a job at the YMCA. Where I'll get paid to people-watch. Have you seen the YMCA? It's like the DMV/post office/mall. With occasional hotness.
I also like Lucille. Again, easy and sad.
I am having ankle surgery in September. It appears my tibia was sorta crushed in a bad sprain a couple years ago. It validates my hunch that the pain was more than tendinitis. The doctor will drill a hole in my bone until he reaches healthy tissue, so that fresh blood can travel down the hole to regenerate dying bone. He calls it gopher surgery, which I find comforting.
I'm writing a book about a girl with a crappy, dysfunctional family, who reconnects with her mom, who has come back into her life after finding Buddha. It's fun to write, but I may to step out of first person. She's too annoying, this girl. I like the idea of multiple points of view, but I also think that's a cop-out.
My favorite song to play thus far is Slip Sliding Away. It's easy. And sad.
The other day, in a soccer game, a woman charged at me as I was clearing a ball out of the back. When my ball flew by her (not necessarily that close, but it was a hard-struck ball). She yelled, "JESUS CHRIST" at me and cheap-shotted me later in the game. I saw her on a TV ad last night. She's a hospice chaplain for a charitable end-of-life care facility.
Everyone in our house has had Rotovirus (or something similar) in the last month. It causes early morning diarrhea. Madeleine has twice walked upstairs to complain of stomach aches at extremely inopportune moments. We don't have a door.
I don't watch tv, except for the local news, but when Carrier comes on, I just can't stop watching. Is this how reality shows are for everyone else? You just can't stop watching?
I'm trying to get a job at the YMCA. Where I'll get paid to people-watch. Have you seen the YMCA? It's like the DMV/post office/mall. With occasional hotness.
I also like Lucille. Again, easy and sad.
posted by Mignon at 6:53 PM
My brother-in-law has taught himself how to play guitar, and he has almost convinced me to try. I really, really, really miss making music.
good luck with the gopher surgery, though with a name like that how could it be anything but good?
try learning kodachrome. it makes you feel all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah.
I like this update. Thanks. (I was just thinking about the multiple points of view ?copout last night, how I used to be so rigid about it when I was 23 and now like it. I also like not being 23. Having a stick up the ass was not much fun.)
Bob, I'm workin on that one... Right now, though, my goal is to be able to play Pearl Jam's Just Breathe and Dixie Chick's Long Time Gone. Both fun to sing. The sad got old.
DM, when I was 23 I needed a stick up my ass. And a better wardrobe.
I so want to read the book, and I don't care what point of view it's from.
I hope the rotovirus was not too bad. Mr. O. and I both got that a few years ago during spring break. First me. Then when I was more or less OK, he came down with it. I needed to study during spring break anyway.
Slip Sliding Away... such memories. I liked that song long before I knew how sad it really was. Still like it.
I hope your surgery went well (or goes well if you haven't had it yet.) At least I am almost in time for something. :-)
Playing guitar is great. I taught myself years ago and used to play all the time, but now not so much...seems no time. But, tip from me. Learn some old country songs...really, they help you "hear" chord changes. And you pretty much can play anything with three chords--G-D-C. Then when you are playing a song that has more difficult chords you can figure out how to transpose to an easier key.
Go to TabCrawler.com and you can print out many songs with the chords. Have fun!