oh diary, I am so happy right this second.
My guitar got here today. I've played it until there's no skin left on the fingertips of my left hand and several fingers on my right hand have large blisters. And I'm still playing it. I just paused to get a couple more bandaids.
My love, my baby is here.
Hrm. It looks rather nice outside right now. Maybe I'll take my guitar down to the chapel garden.
But my fingers do hurt an awful lot.. hrm.. heh. maybe not. Maybe I'll let them rest. poor little fingers.
All the dishwashing I've been doing at work has been bad. Soaking my hands in water for that long got rid of all my calluses, which have been going away slowly because the guitar hasn't been around to play lately -anyway-. So I've been sitting for the last hour playing a steel string guitar with rather heavy-gague strings. With no calluses.
heh. They'll be back soon, methinks. Ouch. Heh.
In the meantime, I think it's high time Andrew woke up from his nap and talked to me. But I really can't complain, since it's my fault that he was up too late last night and I must let him catch up on his sleep or else I would be a bad person. Maybe I'll nap myself, in fact.
With my arms wrapped around this beautiful guitar. Oh yes.
Love,
Beth
today, too?