I Love Ramona

Today was another long day. Long, but wonderful.
I'm that kind of exhausted where you feel happy and contented with the world.
The only shit part of today was that I didn't get to see the husband at all. I crawled out of bed bright and early and by the time I got home tonight he had already left for the night shift - so I miss you husband, but I'll see you on Sunday.

So yeah, went in to work a little early, worked like a fiend for a while and took care of some crap I have been unable to force myself to do for one lame reason or another, went for a great lunch, spent a relaxing (though busy) afternoon at the office, then went for my very first guitar lesson.

I don't know if I mentioned it, but Zig is actually teaching me guitar - in exchange for me bringing him a coffee at every lesson. Now I don't know about anyone else - but I'm thinking I got the better end of the deal here - lol!
For the first 15 minutes of the lesson I was so excited, I was nodding along - happy as a clam, then, slowly, my brain turned to mush. Everything he said started sounding like the teacher from Charlie Brown - "wha, wha, wha, wha, whaaaaaaaaaaaa."

This went on for several minutes - me trying to focus on his excited teaching, but unable to comprehend what was coming out of his mouth. And then slowly a lightbulb went off (except it wasn't like a regular lightbulb that just goes "bing" and it's on...it was more like one of those energy efficient bulbs that you turn on and then have to wait a few seconds for.

Now I've been told that patience isn't one of my strong suits and so I tried to be calm and not run screaming from the basement shrieking "What the hell is a fret? And why is this so difficult!?" and then the lightbulb finally went "bing" and I said "oh hang on, so these chords are all as if someone who's right handed is playing them?" And Zig said "yes." And I said "oh, that makes sense then, I thought I was going crazy."

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am hooked.
Hooked on Ramona like white on rice.

But during the course of the lesson it became glaringly clear (glaring like someone came up and said "Hey, you need to get rid of those nails) that I need to say buh-bye to my fingernails.
I can tell already that this is going to be more of a sacrifice than I had envisioned - but it will be worth it.

As soon as I left my lesson I drove myself to a store and bought a brand new notebook to write notes in - as well as the "tests" I will be given at each new lesson.
When I got home I took Ramona out, then sat in the middle of the kitchen table and practised my "assignment."

I can't wait till the day that I can rock out so hard that I'm dripping with sweat, singing at the top of my lungs, and feeling like one of the coolest people ever. That will be a fantastic moment - when I finally "finish" something I started.