Dandelyon's Worlds

My new gloves are working quite well!  I’m especially pleased with them now that I’ve got the decorations firmly sewn onto both, and the dangling threads trimmed. 

The weather forecasters promised low 40s for today, so I brought my guitar to work with high hopes.  Lunchtime came and I looked eagerly at my screen, then I went outside even though the computer said it’s actually only 37.  The park is buried in snow that has melted and re-frozen a bunch of times (read “ice with a sheen of water on top”), so I walked past my bank to a plaza that has nice concrete benches that are actually clear of the wet white stuff.

I strongly regretted that I had not brought anything place over the concrete, but I was able to play several songs.  My fingers remained comfortable, but my behind is a different story!  And, of course, I’ll have to completely retune the guitar once it warms up again.

Last time I saw TV news, they had promised tomorrow would be nearly 50 out; I’m betting they were wrong.  Sigh. 

A new haiku for my “blurb”:

Outdoor music calls  /  But ice shares Winter’s cold  /  My guitar sounds sad.