Sunday, August 11, 2013
Notes from the Cave
Another weekend of third shift has come and gone. Friday night was a struggle, but after sleeping until 2:30 Saturday afternoon, then staying in bed virtually all evening reading, Saturday night was better. M and the kids start school this week, so M has been putting her room together; I went over this afternoon to help out, but just for a little bit. A nice 4-mile walk this evening.
I had a follow-up appointment with my cardiologist on Friday. This is how M and I spent our 16th wedding anniversary - two hours in a doctor's office. Everything was fine, and he is cutting back another one of my medicines. In the long run, I think the aspirin and the cholesterol medicine will be the only pills I have to continue to take for the long haul. I am scheduled in October for an echocardiogram (an ultrasound of the heart muscle) and a nuclear stress test. I'm sure I'll be nervous about all that, but I'm also looking forward to having it done so I can find out exactly what condition my heart is in after all the dietary and exercise changes I've done.
While lying in bed yesterday afternoon, I made the rash decision to buy a new guitar. I've been playing since I was 16 years old, and while I'm certainly no Eric Clapton, I'm pretty advanced as amateurs go. Despite that, I only own two guitars - the classical guitar my parents bought me in high school, and an electric/acoustic I bought when I was 22 and fresh out of college. I've never owned an electric guitar or a traditional acoustic, and I've never owned an amp.
Well, all that's gonna change on Tuesday. I purchased a cherry sunburst Epiphone Les Paul electric guitar with a 20-watt amp for about 400 bucks.
The only electric guitars I've ever had the good fortune of playing were borrowed or rented ones (I rented a guitar for over a year in college when I was playing lead guitar in a band). I'm pretty stoked about getting this thing and playing the crap out of it.
I might even buy some recording software for my computer and record a couple of songs I've been writing. I know, I'm strange. It might be worth noting, however, that the psychic I saw a couple of years ago (after being practically forced into it by my coworkers) told me I should be writing music and asked me why I stopped. He said he saw me making money writing music. He said this, of course, without me ever saying a word to him about being a musician, writing music, or the fact that I used to write music in high school and college and then quit.
I've got a busy week coming up. In addition to working all week, I have a project I'm working on with a friend, ghost-writing an article for an industry publication for her, and I'm also continuing to make headway on my book about political parties, though it's coming along at a freaking snail's pace. All that, with M and the girls heading back to school this week. More than likely, the book will end up on the back burner again. I had hoped to have it finished over the winter. Last winter. Now I'll be lucky to have it done before summer's over.