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| Uma has adapted to the heat in her own way. |
Furthermore, if this weren't bad enough, I'm becoming a little disenchanted with the little musical group I belong to. OK, we're bad. So bad. But, that's OK. The trouble is, the more I learn about jazz--the genre of music the two other members of our group want to play--the more I realize that I'll never be proficient at it. It's just one of those things. Like, if you enjoy painting as a hobby, and fall in with a bunch of people who aspire to paint the ceilings of chapels across Europe at the behest of various Popes or whatnot. Not gonna happen. I won't critique the other members. I just know that I have learned enough to suddenly realize that I should be embarrassed. I do NOT know what I'm doing. This has all given me a new respect for jazz and for jazz musicians, but, to be honest, I don't really like listening to it. I understand the allure of playing--but it's like juggling bean bags: fun to do, sort of, if you can get off the ground, maybe even impressive to some degree, but no one wants to observe you doing it for more than, say, five or ten seconds. I think to sum up without excuses, it has stopped being fun.
I'm diggin' the acupuncture, though. I go back Tuesday with questions and a few more items on the list of things I'd like to address. And the a/c repair guy is coming over tomorrow morning to fix the mold/mildew problem. Really looking forward to that.

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