So this was Day 1 of my attempt to learn how to play guitar at the ripe old age of 32. My parents tried to give me a grounding in the performing arts, with lessons in dancing, singing, acting, and flute. I showed aptitude at none of these. But my kind and patient beau recently gave me one of his old guitars and an amp he found on the street, and I have decided to repay him by mastering one song by his birthday in June. I will accomplish this by practicing for at least 30 minutes each day. I just finished my first session, during which I learned the G-major and D-dominant seventh chords, according to my little manual. My fingers are burning, but I got all the way through “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” fairly well.

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