I took a good hack at Cladiddlehopper’s Mower Repair this morning and got nowhere. Between George’s unbidden commentary and my utter lack of focus, there was nothing worth sharing. I turned my attention to other things for a few hours and also visited my sister Ann and wind-bagged on various and sundry later in the afternoon.
After that, I felt I had a second wind for the guitar – I am not sure if that is actually a thing for a stringed instrument – and put together a passable version. Can always get things tighter and more focused, but at least this is heading in a good direction given the state of my chops.
George was absent from the recording as he was otherwise occupied in the workshop downstairs, and Marcy was curled up dozing in a guitar case. So it was just me & the 12 string.