Insomniac Almanac -- Not

Here I am, up at two AM, making an entry in my journal, but for some reason, I do not feel like an insomniac.  Sometimes I feel cheated, not getting my sleep, but tonight, I am just a guy rolled out of a bed who is ready to write in his journal.

I guess the visit to the doctor yesterday, which I dreaded, turned out positively.  Doctor said he was glad to see me looking so well.  Well, that's swell.

Maybe I am imitating Karen who seems to stay up at all hours to write in her novel, Maverin.  Perhaps my muse is busy elsewhere during the day.  I guess that's it: my muse was busy yesterday on my "music" project.

My grandson recently used my lap top Dell to record the music of our volunteer piano player, George, who wanted to make a CD of his repertoire. Grandson brought a pre-amp, a special mike, a mile of wire, and a new software.  He recorded George, and burned the CD, all on my little portable computer.  I was impressed.  I sought to imitate George and burn a CD of my keyboard playing.  But alas, I didn't watch grandson close enough.

Grandson came back and tutored me, but we didn't have the mike or pre-amp.  Yesterday, I rooted through the junk box and found an old tape recorder mike.  Then in another stash I found an old Radio Shack audio amplifier, and rehabilitated that with a new battery.  I hooked up a pair of spare computer speakers.  Now with hay-wire spread all over a table, the software fired up, I was ready for my debut as a recording artist.

I was however in my power wheel chair and my keyboard was several feet from the assortment of electronic parts.  So I started the recording, backed my power chair to the keyboard, and pulled the mike and pre-amp off the table. The first thing I recorded, in full  fidelity, digitally preserved forever, was "Oh, Sh*t", expletive NOT deleted.  However I rolled on, played my keyboard, not well, having been shook up.

But the odd assortment of parts worked, and I made my first sound recording on a computer.  My muse was hard at work yesterday.  The possibilities are endless.  I am looking forward tomaking a CD soon.

And, oh, I need to learn how to edit the recordings, too, in case I have more expletives to delete.