Iams Who Iams

Here I go with no idea where. Story of my life.

I'm looking forward to Saturday and the weekly practice session with fellow musicians Kahlid and Ali, (percussion and bass, respectively) who have both demonstrated a great deal of patience with my inability to play jazz guitar. Very supportive--and . . . I'm not sure but I may be getting better. This is where I silently curse my mom for not making me take music lessons so that I might now be able to sight-read musical notation, a skill which in the case of some of these old standards would come quite in handy. However, even without it I think I'm just starting to get the hang of it. With music, there is no end goal. You hope to always improve and grow, but there is no ultimate level where once you attain it, you're done.  Sort of like life, (he said, waning into a downward philosophical spiral.) At any rate, even if there were, I'd still be chasing it from way behind.

Not to blame my tools, (as the poor workman is wont to do) but I wish I had a nicer guitar. I think I got hoodwinked when I bought the Epiphone Les Paul because it seems like it's falling apart. To actually play with other musicians who are making a lot of noise, it helps to have an instrument that can cut through just a little without sounding like an MP3 on an iPhone speaker. Tax refund coming . . .

Of more immediate concern is the cat food situation. There is none. The cats are worried. Well, L-bot is not worried, because she spent the first few months of life as a wild animal, so she will just wander around the house and gnaw on stuff, but Uma has this strange world-view in which I am an endless source of food and entertainment. I do my best. Besides, they just ran out some time in the middle of the night, and I promised them I would go to the store first thing this morning, just as soon as I consume enough coffee.

I read somewhere that cats in the wild routinely go two or three days without food, and get all the nourishment they need from eating the occasional bird or hapless baby bunny. This I tell myself so I don't feel so guilty as I look over and see Uma sitting quietly and patiently approximately nine inches from the food bowl.

Addendum: Luck isn't real. If it were, there wouldn't be so many baby bunnies. There are because the survival adaptation has been to offset predators by having lots of babies, meaning only the lucky few will survive into adulthood. Eventually, one would think, baby bunnies would begin to have the "lucky trait" due to the mechanisms of evolution. However, there are still lots of baby bunnies, and cats. I think this is because luck isn't really a thing.

OK now I have to go..  Uma is trying to eat an envelope from my bill pile.

Addendum (b): I have returned, victorious, from the grocery store. No time for adulation right now. Maybe later.

It was horrible.