All is well

i visited romina today, sharing tea and conversation. it's been awhile due to christmas vacation and summer planning. her cat was sick though, so it meant we took her to the local vet. my first time to the veterinarian's office, i realized, so i was fascinated by the injections they gave little arturo. poor guy.

why this detail? because it meant that the timing was perfect. right as we were going back home, we saw my neighbor, coming from another part of town, on his motorcycle. i greeted him and he gave the usual salutations. nothing strange. well, apart from us crossing at this moment, and my coinciding desire to play the sax.

i've passed their house a couple times now, with the idea of knocking and asking about everything, but i always turn up scared. this encounter, plus walking back to my place right when he was parking made things too perfect to be true. i thanked God, as well as asked for the words.

it seems it was someone visiting for the weekend that was sick and had gone to bed early. still a little unclear, but not as important as the fact that everyone now knows that i'm the one behind the noise. the neighbors seem to like me, almost as if to say, "oh it's just you playing? then keep going!!"

"it doesn't bother me," said the man that i'm almost certain was the shouter. and as his wife came to the entrance he said, "this is the girl playing the sax. she wanted to apologize for being inconvenient, and see when is a good time to play."

sigh of relief.

so i ate a quick dinner and practiced for thirty minutes. the scales are getting more crisp. very encouraging. and i may or may not be encouraged to play better, so as not to sound bad for the neighbors. an odd motivator, but a motivator nonetheless!!

30min.