Due to all of the packages, luggage, and the piles of baby supplies, I had to leave my guitar at home during our twelve-day holiday trip. When I returned, my guitar was there for me, still in its case, and miraculously, still very much in tune. I have been dinking around on it a little since coming home, although time has limited any real practice.
I had my lesson yesterday, and then played for another hour after that. It felt great, although it was difficult to make my fingers some of the chords, or pick some of the patterns. I have to admit, I got a little frustrated and would not let myself be defeated by a simple fingerstyle pattern. I played to the point that I had to stop, as continuing on would have made me like Brian Adams in Summer of ’69. Now it seems that my fingers hurt so bad that I can barely type. I really missed being able to play, and now I am anxious to get back into practice. I have begun working through a couple of fingerstyle books with my instructor.