The way my day has gone it's almost like I'm a working stiff again. I haven't had time to write or practice the piano scales. I went over to Fayettenam to see if I could find a set of tuning pegs for my old Silvertone classical guitar and buy some new strings for it and the mandolin.
The surprising thing is that I found all of it at the first music store I went to. I was especially surprised at their asking price. It was at least $20 cheaper than the price for the same brand of stuff online. Of course, by the time I pay for the gas to drive over there and back I probably haven't saved any money, but I have everything I need in my greedy swollen paws.
That's right, the swelling around my joints seems to be returning. All this work playing the scales and repairing my musical instruments may come to no good end if the rheumatoid arthritis starts acting up again. I con't afford to get all worked up about it. It's an incurable disease, and I have to take what it deals out.
When I wrote above that I found the stuff I needed to fix my guitar at the first music store I went to, that's not to say that I didn't check out what was available at a big flea market first. After all, I only needed one half of a set of tuning pegs, and if I could have found a cheap used guitar at the flea market I could get the tuning pegs off of it and use them on my old Silvertone. As long as they'll hold the strings in tune, how shiny they are don't matter.
I did find a little shop there that did have a few guitars, but they wanted more than they were worth, and I didn't feel like bartering with the Latino guy that ran the joint. I'm not good at bartering, and besides that, I'm fairly gullible, and can be talked into buying something I don't want easy enough.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
