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Today I'm thankful to report I failed a Covid test. 

It's a good thing because I can't afford to be unable to work. 

I've lost a lot of money in 2020 between having to shut down my business and take more classes due to licensure changes for counseling. 

I have four days of work to catch up on! 

On the bright side, with me afraid to go anywhere, my kids have decided to get over their fear of cars and learn to drive. 

It's a win-win.

Now, I've just got to talk to the adult daughter about the financial risk of taking a job at a Covid hot spot and living at home rent free.  

I'm going to up the allowance of the kiddo who cleans the kitchen and bathrooms, too.

The day would be just perfect if the bass strings and Recording King would get here.  

I never thought I'd see that brand again.  Recording King was the first brand Gibson used to make guitars.  They were supplied by Montgomery Wards during the Great Depression. 

It's cheap enough to waste at the rehab center but decent enough to practice.  It looks like the price dropped by another $50 bucks since I bought one. 

I hope the one I get doesn't suck and plays like the one I demoed.  They say that a good musician can play a toy and make it sound good. 

Not everyone is James Hetfield. 



May you stay well and live all of the days of your life,  

S. 

Edit:  That was funny.  As soon as I hit 'publish' I received a text alert that my package was here. 

In excitement, I open the front door to see a tiny package. 

My first thought was 'oh, crap! In my feverish delusion, I ordered a toy guitar!." 

It turns out that I just got two guitar stands and a shit ton of guitar and bass strings.  

I'm going to need another guitar stand. 

Uh oh...what kind of bass strings did I get? 

(Runs over to the box.....)

Oh no!  The package doesn't say.  

(Rips open the black cardboard package....) 

Whew!  Round wounds.....thank goodness. 

Don't want my bass player buddies thinking they've convinced me about the flat wounds. 

There is such a thing as pride. 

Why on earth did I buy the fifth string?  I donated that 5-string Millennium a long time ago. 

This just gives me permission to get another bass.  Last month, I saw a millennium on Overstock.com for $300 (weird, eh?).  I paid $4000 for the Koa wood version back in 1990.  

Maybe I'll name this bass Dennis? 

Probably not, I only name the basses after people I dislike but respect.  Dennis....he's not worthy.  

((( hugs ))), 

S. 



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