A Day From the Bowels of Heathens

Check that out. The original crack got worse---you can't see it all because of the lighting---all the way up to the bridge. Now the crack is split open. I can smell the glue the repairman used for the original crack near the bottom of the body of the guitar. All this showed itself yesterday. I almost threw up when I saw it, and then I just plain sat down and wept for a minute. Then I got a hold of myself and decided that I have mourned enough for this guitar, I am done. I just need a new one. So I don't know how things are going to pan out over here.

But other than that, yesterday morning gave me a good laugh when my daughter came downstairs and popped her head in the door while I was running:
The doom of the guitar came later when I had the kids take a school break and I went to take a mommy break and practice guitar. Then the whole day swirled into freakdom, but I still managed to iterate to my son that a.) I am not perfect, I am just as prideful as he is b.) I make hordes of mistakes on a daily basis c.) he does not get Game Cube back until Thursday. I also managed to still finish up school with the Girl even though it was nearly seven o'clock.

Dear Sir and I finished watching the disturbing documentary called Jesus Camp, I nursed my knee that I can not run on today, and oh yeah, folded laundry. Let's not forget that I made two separate meals because the power went out right at dinner time (directly after I talked to Dear Sir before he left for work and told him I would make him fried chicken), so I made a tray of chicken nuggets for the kids, poured myself a glass of wine, and made fried chicken, biscuits, vegetables, and even dessert once the power kicked back on around six. It was dark. Very dark. And my Oldest insisted on playing dark scary music on the piano while I scurried around trying to light all the candles I had. Except---I didn't get to light ALL the candles, you see, because the Girl misplaced my tea lights that I had---everysingleoneofthem----and she happened to be next door at the neighbor girl's house. I sent Eraser Eater out with the flash light to ask her where the heck she put them all. By that time, the power came back on. Next time.

And as I was washing the dishes after dinner I reflected on the fact that I did not have the tea lights---I did not have all the candles. I did not have as many as I would have wanted available. And I thought about my friend, who always has snow boots and snow suits and whatnot for her kids when it snows, and me, who has nothing because it only snows twice a year here if that and I don't want to spend the money or time trying to find it all cheap. And then I realized that I am a person that lacks preparation because I am so ridiculously forgetful, and then that depressed me. I thought of myself as like the Virgins who have their lamps and the others that did not come with enough oil. I remembered that a Proverbs 31 woman has her family prepared for all seasons so they do not fear when the bad weather comes. And then I remembered that my guitar is broken again, my cycle is at hand, other outside things I do not share here have cropped up, and I have a zit on my chin. A big one.


Groovy Mom said...

Aw, you're being too hard on yourself, Sweetie. I'm also perpetually unprepared, but I love Jesus, and I know when he comes that is what will count. Nothing can separate us from the love of God, not even lack of tea lights.

Emma Sometimes said...

Oh, your poor guitar. I hope the guy becomes reasonable. That is a BAD crack.

The best part about crappy days, is that you have a fresh start today. Also, I can come over and swing a bat at All Left Feet Guitar Man? Stabbing also works. Ask Doozie.

Anonymous said...

could you put a sticker on it???

something like:

'remove sticker to access crack'

R said...


Emma--My poor guitar, I know. It makes me so sad! Don't even get me started about lefty.

Ponder---That's an idea. But it sounds rather depressing. LOL. The more I think of it though, the more it sounds good. I just need a new stinking guitar. I don't want the memory anymore. It is an awful one.

Anonymous said...

well if you get a new one, be sure to video yourself smashing the old one (nirvana style) after an epic solo, and then put it on you-tube.

R said...

I think I will just smash it over my head. That'll do me.

shealyisnottheantichrist said...

Boy Scout Women, those who are always wonderfully prepared for every occasion, are typically boorish and snobby. I am glad that you are not boorish and snobby. If an unexpected earthquake came, and changed the face of the earth as we know it, no one could be fully prepared for it. I would still want to read your blog for your observations of the plundering and looting and burning, and how you managed to make some terrific pasta in spite of it all.

Leslee said...

I'm sorry about your guitar! That sucks because you make such pretty music. You will again soon. Of that I am convinced!