It's the little things...

So far in 2008, I've experienced some major changes... I became a husband, a father, a homeowner and a 30 year-old. And somewhere amidst all the confusion, I've even managed to lose my damn job. It was a good job, too. I was a Quality Assurance Analyst. When you heard, "this call may be monitored for Quality Assurance", that was me potentially listening in. Well readers, I've been looking for work for almost 2 weeks now and I've gotta say... the Dirty Mitten is nowhere to look for work. Sure I get a severance package and unemployment, but it's the principle of it. And as you all know, I am and always have been a man of principle.
This not having a job has its perks too. I've been able to bond with my son Carter and get stuff done and picked up around the house. Yesterday, I got some items checked off the list and wanted to get some stuff done that I wanted to get done. I was going to restring all my guitars. I restrung the Paul Reed Smith and the Les Paul and one of my acoustics. Here is the issue: I wanted to restring the Yamaha acoustic with Medium strings to make sure I get all the sound out of it that I could. I was going to restring the Fender acoustic with Light gauge strings. I put the Light gauge on the Yamaha. Yes, it was my mistake, but out of all the things that have happened this year, it was THAT one instance that almost sent me over the falls. Irrational? To anyone else, yes. I hold guitar-playing very near and dear to my heart and for something like this, this hiccup, I almost lost it completely.
Now that it's the day after and the storm has blown over, I realized this fortunate accident is allowing me to take Carter to my "church". Elderly instruments. He's never been there and I haven't visited in a while. Needless to say, I'm wondering why I'm not in the shower and getting ready for this momentus occasion. Who knows? Maybe I'll wipe out on the church steps and have the owner throw a Gretsch Electromatic hollow-body electric and a grand my way... We'll see.
Oh, and by the way, when I was giving my son a bath yesterday, I gently poured a cup of water over his head and told him I was baptizing him into the church of Rock N' Roll. I thought you'd like that.