The sign of a mature person, they say, is the ability to delay gratification. Maybe but the delays are getting on my nerves.
I got a new guitar at Christmas, a nylon string, classical style guitar with synth access. The purpose: to record songs from the guitar into my computer for notation. Good story eh? So I get the guitar then I have to order a synth/midi controller. It comes but they forgot the cable to connect the guitar. Its a weird 13 pin cable. That’s OK another week to wait and then the guitar breaks a string last night.
Today was the day to Press Release my Privacy Complaint against the Disability Support Program. So I had to get up early, duffy up the press release and start calling people. Yikes right out of the blue, they want to do an interview. So that’s how my morning went, media all the way. Somewhere in there I did a blog.
By 1 PM things are quieting down and I nip over to National Music to see Dennis and get some strings. Oops, there’s the phone. Rush back home and more media contacts.
It’s soon supper and then more blogging. I had some interesting contacts with public officials which I didn’t want to lose.
What to do? What to do? Skip string change, grab another guitar, put Deeter on my shoulder and play guitar. Right after I post this. Deeter is screaming in my ear. Guess he wants me to play something too.
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