Paul used the opportunity, when Tom and Peggy dropped by for tea last night, to show them his 100 year old guitar. It’s not worth much because of all the work it’s had done on it… and it needs more, of course… but when in good fighting trim it’s the loudest 12 string I’ve ever heard. Tom much enjoyed the purfling. I only wrote that because it’s true, and because it’s a unique combination of English words.
I am feeling very blue about everything. I will have to work very hard all weekend to help Paul get the house ready for painting, and since I’ve erased this next part of the sentence four times now, I guess I’ll leave it at that.
