Weird clouds in the sky on June 27 on one of our rare nights out for a ride/date. My Ford Edge with the bass clef sticker in the window.
I was uploading old photos a few nights later. We’ve changed a bit in 32 years together.
Here’s one of our first dates. An old photo booth at Seabreeze Amusement park in 1988.
Three years later at our niece’s wedding.
His Ford Escort GT and my Pontiac Firebird at our old apartment. I miss that car.
Christmas 1993, the first one in our house.
Must be true love.
I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather grow old with.
I was asked by my guitar teacher to pick a song and record myself playing bass and singing. She will then record herself playing guitar with me, and she’ll make a complete video to post on our musician’s Facebook page.
I picked one of my favorite songs – Arrows by the Foo Fighters. I chose to do the bass and singing separately. I can do them both together, but it takes a lot of patience and practice. On this one, for some reason I want to sing the sounds the bass is making! I’ll start out singing the words and end up mimicking what I’m playing. LOL.
I’ll spare you listening to my voice right now, but here’s one of my bass recordings. I stopped it early because I messed up.
Almost two years of bass lessons, I love playing. I regret not starting sooner in life. I guess better later than never is true here.
If my teacher’s finished video comes out okay and is shareable, I’ll share that when it’s ready.
Then you can decide if my additional vocal lessons are paying off or not!
Apologies if my website and blogging have seemed a little haphazard lately. I walked away from blogging earlier in the year. Chase, our diabetic kitty got sick.
I don’t regret working from home during the covid panic because I got to spend his last few months here with him. If I had been at work, I wouldn’t have had that time with him. We had a really big scare with him where his blood sugar was down to 38. I had to rush him to the emergency vet. The next week we’d go to our regular vet and hear the awful words “there’s a mass”. We heard that just over a year ago with Ginger, then this year it happened with Chase.
I was so distraught after we said goodbye to him that I had no desire to write or post. I was deeply saddened to see that fellow bloggers had also lost pets while I was away. I have to give you all kudos. I don’t know how you kept positing. I just couldn’t do it.
Four months passed, and when I finally felt like I could post something again, it was to discover that everything was now under the dreaded block editor. My first post was a disaster. I worked hard on it, and I thought I had selected classic editor only to find that my post was an empty one. NO text anywhere to be seen. I think I re-did that post two or three times.
Then I decided I wanted a fresh start. I cleaned up my header and decided to go with a new theme and a logo only. Several posts in, I found out the (useless) theme I had chosen had no option for reader’s comments.
Another re-think and re-design this morning, and I now think I’m where I want to be. I edited my header to use an actual image of my husband’s truck. I also wanted to add my bass guitar since that is also a big part of who I am now.
This post is primarily a test post. I’m hoping it doesn’t come out blank, and I’m hoping this new theme includes a comments button. Please? (fingers crossed).
It’s good to be back.
My ghostlike reflection in my idle Mac monitor. My personal computer sits unused while I work on the adjacent “work” computer. Day after day after day I see my reflection hard at work.
The more time I spend at home, the less I want to rejoin the “real” world. It remains to be seen when that may happen. New York State is reopening in phases. Phase 1 went back May 15. Law firms are a Phase 2 business, and they are spacing the phases two weeks apart. So maybe beginning of June? My work place has asked many, many questions about whether or not we have reasons to remain at home. I have two – age and pre-existing health concerns. So I’m not sure when I might go back.
Such strange times.