Thirty, Three, and Three

That's thirty years old, and three repair jobs in the last three years.

Thanks, kiddies. xP Or more precisely, come to think of it, thanks Missy-moo. Anyway, over the last few days it has been sitting with a sofa on it and oceans of PVA in-between neck and fretboard. This afternoon I strung it up, and it seems to be holding together. Two strings buzz at a couple of frets though, which is a bugger; after the last repair it was better than it was before the first break. ;-)

So. Today was a one photo emergency blip day, thus the guitar.

Just got back from the gym, and my first workout of the year. With, of course, a run there and back. Feeling good. Have to be careful with the exercises I do, as my left shoulder still has a most unpleasantly painful arc. So no shoulder exercises, or flys (flyes? flies? ... not the latter, I'm sure...) or the weird pec deck machine they have there... Grrrr.