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Strange Days

Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Do you ever notice how those "bad days" that inevitably occur happen in a series of days rather than one? Is that just me?

One of the brighter things that happened was when I managed to whack/sprain/bruise my elbow after an impressive kung-fu like stretch maneuver on a nearby chair. Yes, I said brighter. Fortunately, it wasn't my painting arm. Just my mixing-bowl-holding arm.

Tomorrow, I walk.

I have a painting to ship.

For now, I'm listening to The Magic of Steel Guitar by Henry Kaleialoha Allen, which I recently acquired from my Grandma, and used to belong to my Grandpa. She told me that they'd had that CD player for over 50 years!

Wow!

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 05, 2007 at 11:13 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

  1. Blogger Colin Maddox said:
    12/6/07, 3:57 PM  

    I hear that they used to make them out of wood back then. My grandpa used to wax and shine CDs for a nickel.

    Then he would go to the corner store and by a pop and a moon-pie. Of course in those days DRM was still very primitive, so every CD you bought came with a lawyer who would watch you while you used it.

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