Meego's school is back up and operating, but students don't return until Wednesday, so he's still in lazy mode. Extracurriculars are back on track, though, and Meego is in the Winter Percussion Ensemble playing bass guitar. They have practice today.
It's a gloomy, grey day here. I was sitting here finishing up a draft of Mom's obituary for my dad to look over. On top of that, Magnum was home from work, still nursing his case of The Crud, slinking around like our own resident Quasimodo.
So when Meego asked if I would take him to the guitar store, I was happy for a change of place. He had Christmas money burning a hole in his pocket, and he'd been stalking a new bass guitar. Off we went.
What a nice little change of place it was. Checking out all the guitars, being with other people plucking and test driving. I've been there before with him, but I guess I appreciated the diversion more this time.
I even snatched this rare photo of Meego's orthodontiated teeth! As rare as a Bigfoot sighting!
The outing was an utter success. Meego got the 5-string bass he wanted, and was able to trade in his 4-string for a nice chunk off the price.
Me: Aren't you going to miss... what is your bass's name?
Meego: No, the new one's much better!
Me: But still, you've had good times with what's-his-name.
Me: Well, if you'd given him a name, you'd miss him...
...Kids these days.
Anyway. It was fun. And I don't know squat about guitars.
The store slogan was on the door when we walked in, and I thought it a bit of an overstatement.
But it actually wasn't all that far off.
*"ham and jell-o" is a term I think of for somber events that involve food. A while ago, the husband of one of my P.E.O. sisters died, and she had guests coming in from out of town. We wanted to help her out, but at first she declined. One of the others said, "No, you just take it easy. We're all about ham and jell-o!", and it has since stuck with all of us.