The famous guitar…let me give you the story behind this guitar.  It is famous allright.

This morning when I got up and opened the shades, what I saw gave me the chills.  But there is nothing I can do, I told myself.  Have to deal with it, have to be positive, cannot shove the house to someone that has not even made an offer to buy it, I have to make the situation work for me, forget about the chills.

Made coffee, continued to open the rest of all the shades, because the blood that runs through my veins is from the Caribbean, born and nurtured there, and I need all the sunlight I can get to make it out to get the newspaper.

Newspaper and coffee in hand, took the Sports section to learn the gossip of the sports world.  Then saw an update on the North/South Korean issue, and all the you know what of the rest of  planet Earth, its humanoids and its happenings.

But I could not longer continue to evade the issue of the chills.  Went upstairs, the nicest place of the house during the winter, and looked at my hardly noticed friend, the  guitar.  I thought, now, this is a good time to continue to learn this instrument that up to now has been used as a piece of decor.  I tried to learn to play Jingle Bells once in Florida to entertain Milagros and Ron, but the tempo was so slow, that I almost fell asleep while trying to see which  strings I was supposed to play next.

Brain washing myself is now a full time job.  Need to stay centered on the fact that I am going to survive once more the cold weather, even if it drives me nuts.

I will keep you updated on my progress or not, but I see myself maybe at Carnegie Hall sometime next Spring.  Playing?  I’ll leave that up to your imagination, and my spending the whole Winter upstairs playing, I mean, learning to be an accomplished evader of the cold weather.

Good luck to my neighbor!

Your Happy Contessa

P.S.  The chills were caused by the sight of frost on the lawn.