Wednesday, January 18, 2006
This was a hard decision but the right one. I sold my Rickenbacker 4001 Electric Bass to a local guitar shop in Ithaca.
Another surprise to me and Nancy-you need a chunk of money when you APPLY for the mortgage. You pay 1% of the loan to lock the interest rates and have to pay for appraisal fees, credit reports and some other crap that escapes me. (Maestro is trying to help me type this-in moments like these he gets called by his nickname, "Bug").
Moments after selling the instrument I called henry, knowing he'd understand what a bittersweet moment it was, and we put a good philosophical touch on it that does leave me feeling really good about doing it. Really, what good was a guitar doing by sitting in the corner of my home office? Haven't played it since I was taking lessons in Brooklyn, looking for another creative outlet besides work, which at the time was not a healthy situation. (I could write a whole other blog about my former boss-probably one of the most evil and underhanded people I have ever met. I cringe when I hear when good people go to work for him-really, a very selfish, manipulative person, who in fact is a criminal-charging items he bought on eBay to the budgets of our books!) Anyway, that guitar, to me, represented a past time where things weren't as good as they are now, represented unfulfilled self-promises and wasted potential as a musician—represented a time when I was silly enough to pay a couple thousand dollars on a guitar I barely knew how to play just to make myself feel better.... It's good to pare down your things, simplify life, live in the now, forgetting the past without forgetting its lessons, and forging ahead with the future.
I got rid of something yet feel much fuller—and yeah, the money doesn't hurt.
Time to shower and get ready for TODAY.
at 10:45:00 AM