My christmas this year is mostly getting things to fix this old guitar up. Soldered the jack back to functioning. Some slight rusty spots need fixed, new knobs. It's the last guitar my dad helped me buy before he died. Without getting too psycho-analytical, woo-woo, I think I've let it sit so long because I'm a person who doesn't like to look backwards often. Maybe this past year or so, I've finally crossed that line where I can pick up this guitar and associate good memories instead of a vague sense of forlorn for what was. Or maybe it's just because I want to play 7 string things again. .