Friggin near cataplectic day, actually. I cooked, did a microscopically small amount of cleaning, I did some laundry but it was hard to get inspired when the downstairs neighbours did laundry on a day which wasn’t ‘theirs’ and I had to move stuff of theirs around, which makes me kinda anxious in case I should do something wrong and they come upstairs and confront us about it. Laundry is a touchy issue. I mean, this guy yells about everything. Spent more time communing with Meadow. She got up in Gizmo’s face at one point. I’ve never seen a cat use less energy to hiss, it was pretty funny. It was more like an expression of scorn with a breath behind it.
Jeff’s apparently taking off to go fishing with a friend for his birthday. I am thinking it will be perfect, weather, location and company wise.
We’re working our way through Huff season 1 and Buffy season 2 and while there are definitely classic shows in S2 I guess I’m looking forward to later seasons. We also watched some youtube videos last night; I wanted to see some Al Hirt and Jeff dialled up some Buddy Rich with the Boston Pops orchestra. I love having that stuff on the big screen. I know Jeff considers it a waste of a venue – taking blurry pictures and blowing them up real good – but I don’t mind the low-def aspect of it.
No videos yesterday but I practiced until my fingers were good and sore, and I think learning all those new chords is going to have a very ‘jazz hands’ effect on my songwriting over the next while. I love Happy Feet but the chord changes are hideous. I mean, really, really hideous. The F9 to B7 is not the work of a Christian, believe you me. Oh yeah, and I made Jeff watch the Happy Feet segment of King of Jazz. It’s so very wonderful…..
