Happy Father's Day.

Did very little productive today. Went shopping. Pretty much followed the state of my life. At the grocery store - items for the shoppe, 7. Items for home, 2. Dropped by the competition for a few minutes to see if they had a bridge suitable for stretching the scale on a poorly made Gibson. Nope, they didn't have it. Sure, I could order one tomorrow and have it by Tuesday but it was a convenient excuse to go over and say hi again. Chatted about business for a few. Tried not to walk around too much and spy, though my brain couldn't avoid quickly tabulating everything in my line of sight. The way I figure it, I'd rather be friends with these folks than enemies.

I'll order the bridge. And I'll bet money so does he... a guy stops in from a rival music store - the nearest rival - and you don't have what he's looking for. I'll bet he orders at least six of 'em.

Always one to prove the pundits wrong, I pulled out a tin of albacore. I can tune a piano and tuna fish. At the same time. Reality sets in. I'll be tuning this thing for months. A handful of notes a day. I'm doing it in a haphazard fashion. Gotta' have all the C's. Then A and E in the lower registers. That'll give me a guitar tuning reference. Then do-re-mi-fa-so somewhere. I'll get a whole octave together next week some time. But I did pull off bottom A this time. Have to just ignore the note itself and concentrate on the harmonics.

I'm still finding leftover yummies from Easter that either got stashed away or never found. Last week a giant egg filled with jelly bellys in the family room sofa, Tonight, a dozen creme-filled chocolate eggs. Eureka!