…the endocrinologist. She’s going to feel better soon. She’s got a prescription for more meds.

It’s STILL raining.

We’re still working with Savio to get that UV light replaced, so I’ve set up a pot filter to handle the algae and dosed the pond with algae killer: the fish hate it when I do that, and I hate doing it. It’s hard on the ecosystem, but so is too much algae. It’s just complicated. But we’re getting there. They admit now they owe us a light. (UV light kills some disease thingies and single-cell algae.)

So I have to go out and clean filters 3-4 times a day because of the want of that light. Arrgh. I could get one at Lowe’s, but they’re spendy, and they owe us this one.

I’m also rebuilding my calluses for the guitar. Sore fingers. I replaced the 10 year old strings, and the new ones fight back. Very sore fingers. But callus rebuilds very fast when you’ve played before. Your body remembers and starts working overtime to rebuild it. The guitar sounds a lot better with live strings. [I play an Ibanez 12 steel-strung acoustic: Ibanez is an inexpensive 12, but if you listen to it and try it before you buy, you can pick the 1 in 5 that’s better than some of the higher priced brands. And mine is not that bad—it holds its tuning pretty well, a great virtue in a 12.] I’m no great shakes as a guitarist, but I enjoy it, and Jane has fired up her own 6-string nylon-strung folk. She has a far better voice than I do, and is a better guitarist—and pianist. My other instrument is the flute, but it’s just not good for singing, eh?

Anyway, it’s a skill we couldn’t really practice in apartments; we let ourselves get rusty; now we’re trying to build it back again. Restringing is always a pain—even using a stemwinder, which really speeds up the winding. When you get to the last few half-turns of tension on the higher B string, you just wear protective glasses and hope that the ‘new’ strings you bought 10 years ago are going to hold up. You can feel the guitar shake as that last adjustment goes: it jumps: when it goes into tune all the way across, it starts to resonate—you hit one string and the rest go live and quiver in sympathy. I had to sell my sitar when we moved—an instrument as large as a 6 year old is just too much to move crosscountry, and fragile to boot. But it has 11-20 playing strings, and 10 more ‘sympathetic’ strings that aren’t plucked, but resonate under the main strings as the ones in tune to them are plucked or strummed. Interesting instrument. It vibrates in your hands (so do many instruments, but a sitar is very, very live) as other instruments are played. A 12-string has a lot of those properties: its resonances make sense to me—I can ‘hear’ the harmonic lines on it in ways I can’t on a 6, and for some reason, probably that one, I can’t play a 6 worth a darn. I started on the 12, because it hurt less (a ukelele is the most painful instrument you can play, I swear) and it just makes sense to me as a 6 doesn’t.

Anyway, for good or for ill, we’re back at music.

But as aforesaid, I’m no great shakes as a guitarist. I just enjoy it.