The fog in my head seems to ebb and flow of its own accord as I slog through my yearly cold. Void of all the major symptoms of fever, chill, and heavy coughing this cold has left me tired and groggy.
As a kind and dutiful husband, I have passed it on to my loving wife. She is so thrilled by my generosity.
Luckily for my lack of creativity package came in the mail and has given me something to blog about.
If you recall, I recently wrote about my soon to fail goals for 2013. (I refuse to call them resolutions for the simple fact that I resolved many years ago never to make another resolution again. So far it’s been the one resolution that I have been able to easily keep.)
The post was Epic Failure and in it I talked about learning to play guitar and bike riding with my wife more often. So far the failure of bike riding is coming true but I am definitely giving the guitar lessons an honest try. The gift in the mail is a book on playing guitar and earlier I received a capo. (I called the thing a guitar neck/fret clamp before learning the correct name. That is what it does after all.)
The book is by Hal Leonard and is better than I expected. Not only does it have the finger placements for the chords, but it also has both the musical notes and the TABS for you to follow and properly translate for that time in the future when you want to buy sheet music for that one song and all they have available is one with the notes and not the TABS.
This book also has musical bits for you to play while you practice. Yes, the book has the usual scale to practice, but if you choose, you can skip it and play the riff of the song provided.
Speaking of those riffs and songs provided. While some are older classics, some of them are fairly contemporary. This mix will definitely help keep me interested. I’d try tonight, but the cold’s got me dead tired.
I guess it’s fitting given that I recently committed murder. I should rephrase that. It’s not really murder. I had neither desire nor planning for this death, but death did happen. I have the lifeless body lying in a basket next to my desk. I admit to everything. I killed my MP-3 player.
The death occurred at work. I was busy cleaning the filters at the pool when an item I use to hold one of the valves in the right position worked itself loose and fell into the tank. Needing that part to stop the flow of water I bent over almost in double to reach in and get it when my little companion leapt out of my shirt pocket and –Bloop!- did a nice swan dive right into the water. The dangling wire of my headphone told me immediately what happened, but with the debris in the tank clouding my view as much as my cold was clouding my head, it wasn’t until the while light scream of death came on that I could find and retrieve my little friend.
The water between the screens told me the worst, but like a dedicated doctor, I wouldn’t let go just yet. After letting it drain into three paper towels, I bought a bag of moisture absorbing desiccate and threw the thing in. I waited patiently for 24 hours, but to no avail. Just a flash of white one the screen before the long darkness.
I’d like to say this is the first time, but it’s not. It seems to happen with regularity. I killed both a cell phone and an I-pod in the chlorinated waters of the pool. This is why my cell phone is a cheap $15 model and my new MP-3 player was only $25. It’s just a safe investment.
I just blame it on the fog of cold.