Right after my surgery I bought a little travel acoustic guitar, figuring I could teach myself to play while I was stuck in the house.
I also ordered a $275 pair of running shoes.
An umbrella with a built-in light.
And expensive tea picked by monkeys. (Which I’m pretty sure is just plain wrong, as I doubt they make even minimum wage).
NOTE: Morphine and Internet shopping don’t mix well.
Luckily, I shipped back most of the purchases during reduced med schedules and times of clarity. The guitar, however, I kept. I fiddled with it a bit (no pun intended), learned a couple of chords, then quickly lost interest and put it on a stand in the corner where it collected dust and a draped sweater or two.
Today I eyed it, strolled over, and picked it up. It actually felt lighter than I had remembered, which I’m going to attribute to the fact that I’m stronger now than when I last hoisted it nearly a year ago.
With all the viewings of The Silver Linings Playbook, I’ve head Led in my head, and I thought (with my usual delusions of grandeur) that I’d be able to somewhat easily strum out at least ONE of their songs.
To be fair, I’m a bit handy with the piano keys (again, no pun intended), so it’s not like I am a total blank when it comes to music…so even though I’ve never taken a guitar lesson, I figured I’d have a better chance at accomplishing this goal over anything that involved sharp, dagger-like objects (as my friend so kindly suggested yesterday).
I tried the above song, first… What Is and What Should Never Be, which, really, in the way it shifts between gentle and manic, is a perfect bipolar anthem. I got the first three couple of chords. Then it was clearly out of my league. Even in my delusional state I knew to move on.
Next I turned to Thank You, which, while not my fav Zeppelin song, was one I thought I might be able to master with a little determination and a lot of sore fingertips.
While I am usually wrong, this time (perhaps to be the only time?) I was actually right. I could do it! I felt like Rudolph must’ve when he took off with the sleigh for the very first time.
Oh, so, let’s be real: I could do the main chords, not all the fancy stuff in between. Seriously, come on; I said I was ok with music, not a genius. Anyway, at least I’ve discovered that—should my 5K training fall flat—I can turn to the guitar and leave the knitting needles where they belong: In someone else’s hands.
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