In Which She Brags (Just a Little Bit)

Okay, so I'm not much of a blogger. Entire months pass by during which I neglect to post a single comment. I barely even know what "blog" means, and sometimes I inadvertently spell it "glob." But there's one thing I AM good at, and darned if it isn't practicing my guitar.

This is not to say that I play well, for as yet I do not. This is not to say that I will ever write a really good song, or play on stage, or find myself in the position of being remunerated for my guitar services. No, none of this is likely to occur.

All I'm saying is that I practice. I really do. I practice every single day. And this dedication has reaped me such rewards as the ability to play the entirety of Time In A Bottle by Jim Croce after a mere three lessons with Bob Parins. And to cause said instructor to say, tonight, during my fourth lesson, in his cute Wisconsin accent, "Gee, whad'jadoo, take the week off work and do nothing but practice guitar?"