Old Guitarist by Pablo Picasso
People pass by me on the street, never daring eye contact. Occasionally, young lovers stop to twirl momentarily before they run along giggling. I close my eyes, gently hold the neck, and tenderly strum. I lean into the familiar curve as my fingers softly pluck the passionate song that reminds me of you, my love.
Update (11:45am): I just got back from a therapy re-evaluation and I have made progres in everything except wrist rotation (no suprise there since we backed off on that after last visit). The big gains were in strength which is a really good feeling...good enough to make me do my happy dance and sing 'Woohoo!' I find out on Tuesday if the hardware has to come out or not.
Update (9:45pm): Go check Insane Asylime for a very brief entry on the musical 'talent' my son displayed this evening.