Remembering Mom, as Dad would jump up and leave the room when we started to sing, saying, “He must feel inferior.”
Gawd love her.
She had a beautiful voice. A sweet, full alto. Only one I’ve ever heard like it, her voice.
I’m playing and singing every day, and it only gets more and more fun and satisfying. Still I can’t press the guitar strings hard enough, which frustrates me. You’d think by now a lot of strength would have built up in my hands. I shall persevere.
When I’m sick, pretty much all I can do is sleep. Barring that, try to sleep. Thus it is a stretch to believe anyone who lies abed looking at their phone instead of sleeping is actually sick.
When I’m sick, the last thing I can do is drink a beer. Thus it’s hard to take seriously anyone who acts as if booze is a medicine. Unless it’s the ‘hot toddy’ type; I can almost make sense of that one.
I kinda want to bake bread today. And I kinda don’t want to.
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I have never slept well when sick, even though one doctor promised me that I would when he prescribed certain meds.
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I agreeeeeee- playing a singing IS fun!
that’s all I have to say about that- maybe you need a different guitar / strings- I find mine great for pressing the strings and others really tough… just depends on the action. That’s all I have to say about that.
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