I'm not in a particularly happy place these days...

The last 8 years have been dominated by caring for my mother's worsening dementia and incontinence..

So I've just not had time or positive motivation to play my guitars and instruments.
I've barely even looked at my guitars in the last couple of years.

All I've done to switch off late at night,
is to cheer myself up by finding online music gear and software bargains.
Which I buy heavily discounted now,
ready for a future when I do have time and freedom to get my own life back again..

.. And now, at last, adult social services have finally agreed to help fund a place for my mum in a high quality safe and secure full-time care home;
and I'll soon be free of the day to day responsibility, problems, and stress of enabling her to continue living independently in her own home..

Everyday we were living with the life and health draining anxiety of mum falling all alone in her house, and not being found until to late..

We barely scraped through three dramatic ambulance rides to hospital in the last 12-months of pandemic panic, with the risks she might catch it on a ward..

Thankfully all that is behind us,
we know she now couldn't be in a better more caring place;
where she'll become part of a community, rather than the lonely life imposed on her by our local health authorities missguided cost-cutting policy of 'independent living'..

So just as life is starting to look positive for me and my wife again..

Just when I can finally regain my own life as a musician,
to start planning ahead for new projects, and finishing off old ones that were set aside..

Just as I've had two covid jabs and can now feel less fatalistic about being finished off too prematurely by coronavirus..

Just when I should be looking forward to my musical life again.

..cruel mother nature is now amusing herself by starting to impair my fingers..

I swear mother nature is an erratic sadistic cat...!!!

Still, mustn't grumble, stiff upper lip and all that...