I explained in an earlier post, that my FiL passed away unexpectedly on Aug 5th, and I was the guy that received the job offer on the day he passed, that was rescinded.
I wasn't a complete loser that day, because that week I inherited my 77 y/o MiL , Clara Nell Ross, who was born in Cooper TX in 1942, with a sharp tongue, a lot of pointy edges, and a strangely bitter outlook on life.
We brought her home to live out her remaining years with my wife and I.....but I love her daughter unconditionally, so I guess I "bought the lot" when we tied the knot.
BTW...to add more flavor to the mental picture - CaraNell is bed bound, and currently has her hospital bed sitting about 18" from the lever of my LazyBoy recliner.
With ALL that being stated, I've decided to start sharing the humorous daily "Clara Talk" moments with those interested in following along as we sit around the campfire and enjoy life together.
“Well boys....tonight's "Clara talk" (August 20th, 2019)
I received a new set of guitar strings in the mail today, and that's just shy of "guitar ****" for a guitar player, and I was just tickled to put them on and play some of my jam!
I spent the next 30 min, perfectly winding these new, beautiful, strings onto my Martin DRS1 dreadnought acoustical guitar.
I got out my high dollar EEEEeelectric guitar tuner (just an iPhone), and got those strings humming at the perfect pitch.
I hit a few licks, stretched some strings, tuned it again, and proceeded to bellow out a quick song that she might enjoy...when suddenly, there was a mind numbing screeching sound, something that I'd imagined that a prehistoric creature would have unleashed 100 thousand years ago, which I've only heard (while snoring) in the deep woods of Arkansas 😓, I stop! Mid-verse, and I turn, to discover my mother in law screaming a wailing sound, which was crescendo'd with her order for me "to stop playing that **** guitar". She squealed in a pitch so loud, that I was certain that the sound alone had completely de-tuned my my freshly woven guitar strings!
Thankfully, my wife was sitting in the living room listening, and "Mawmaw" was quickly put in check on the house rules.
I played about 30 minutes, and then threatened her with 2 hrs of additional music, if she didn't stop screaming at me...she is in RARE mode tonight.
I wasn't a complete loser that day, because that week I inherited my 77 y/o MiL , Clara Nell Ross, who was born in Cooper TX in 1942, with a sharp tongue, a lot of pointy edges, and a strangely bitter outlook on life.
We brought her home to live out her remaining years with my wife and I.....but I love her daughter unconditionally, so I guess I "bought the lot" when we tied the knot.
BTW...to add more flavor to the mental picture - CaraNell is bed bound, and currently has her hospital bed sitting about 18" from the lever of my LazyBoy recliner.
With ALL that being stated, I've decided to start sharing the humorous daily "Clara Talk" moments with those interested in following along as we sit around the campfire and enjoy life together.
“Well boys....tonight's "Clara talk" (August 20th, 2019)
I received a new set of guitar strings in the mail today, and that's just shy of "guitar ****" for a guitar player, and I was just tickled to put them on and play some of my jam!
I spent the next 30 min, perfectly winding these new, beautiful, strings onto my Martin DRS1 dreadnought acoustical guitar.
I got out my high dollar EEEEeelectric guitar tuner (just an iPhone), and got those strings humming at the perfect pitch.
I hit a few licks, stretched some strings, tuned it again, and proceeded to bellow out a quick song that she might enjoy...when suddenly, there was a mind numbing screeching sound, something that I'd imagined that a prehistoric creature would have unleashed 100 thousand years ago, which I've only heard (while snoring) in the deep woods of Arkansas 😓, I stop! Mid-verse, and I turn, to discover my mother in law screaming a wailing sound, which was crescendo'd with her order for me "to stop playing that **** guitar". She squealed in a pitch so loud, that I was certain that the sound alone had completely de-tuned my my freshly woven guitar strings!
Thankfully, my wife was sitting in the living room listening, and "Mawmaw" was quickly put in check on the house rules.
I played about 30 minutes, and then threatened her with 2 hrs of additional music, if she didn't stop screaming at me...she is in RARE mode tonight.
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