You Wept, But Your Soul Was Grinning
Things are not at all well, after all.
I dropped two sketchbooks on my open iBook. They left some nasty scrapes on the screen. The grime cleaned off, but there are a few fuzzed out scratchy spots. The bezel around the LCD is loose at the top and especially the bottom. It won't close without a squeeze to get the latch to engage. And then it creaks in complaint. It's also a little more wobbly up top than before. Shit! I'm just sick. Yes, I have an open Apple credit line, but I wanted to get at least one more year of hard use out of the thing before it got replaced. I know I shouldn't be so materially-minded, but I just am.

And this is after a great day yesterday, in spite of the fact that I had to skip the club ride/race for Sam's preschool graduation--see, I'm not totally self-centered. I finally went and got new strings. I told the guy (the same one as before) that he was right, four years is too long for a set of strings. He was really very nice and after I bought one set he gave me a free set, so I would be more inclined to replace them on a regular basis. So, I got through the stringing OK, although my winding could be prettier. I have to say, I'm sold on the replacing strings regularly thing! It sounds SO MUCH BETTER! Even with me playing it! The thing is, I always fear that I'm gonna warp the thing all to hell and render it unplayable. It's not the greatest guitar, plus it has more than a few dings and scratches--especially the pick guard--but it's still the guitar I bought when I just decided one day that I would learn to play and I marched right into the music store and said, "Boys, sell me a guitar!" No, it wasn't quite like that. I borrowed a friend's during my last year of college and had played around with it, plus there was that whole guitar recital debacle back in 6th grade...