dumber as ya get older

 

      MONDAY 5/23/22 8:47AM-It took me awhile, but I (alone) checked my blood sugar. it was 116. I was ok once I found the instruction booklet. I made a really good looking omelet. Today is the last day it's safe to use the eggs. 
       Dianne is at her doctor's appointment, I think. I'm working on the dishes,  after which...well, I dunno what I'll be doing. IF I can find the energy, I'll go to Hank's--IF I get the chance to warm up, more than a little that is.
5:10PM--the strings on Butterscotch absolutely need to be changed...well, maybe next week I'll bring it to Hank's. I'm still planning on going, but I'm not taking anything but some guitar picks. SueEl still isn't going tonight as far as I know. There might be a Fender amp and Tele already there--I can use that stuff if I get the chance to play.
7:26PM-the amp is here, the Tele is not-as far as I can see.
7:42PM-I guess I’ll be a spectator…such is Life. Nobody’s fault but mine, right?
7:51PM-I wish I’d remembered to bring the earplugs.
I am extremely rusty; gotta fix that and soon-June is about a week and a half away. I haven’t heard much from Bob lately. I hope my impatience isn’t causing any problems. I hope none of the other band members cringe at the mention of my name, but it’s possible that they do.
Not only am I rusty but I think I might developing stage fright. BTW, it’s raining or trying to anyway.
8:47PM-I think I’m playing Bass alongside Woody.  I think I’m gonna be OK. (crosses fingers)
9:39PM-as a bass player I wasn’t half bad. Even though the Bass kinda feels like the trunk of a California redwood tree.