Back in the good old days (when we spent our time running after buffalo or looking for mushrooms and edible roots), I would’ve been an old and wise man now (running around after buffalo prevents people from becoming much older than 30? (Or perhaps the lack of modern medicine had something to do with it…)).
Dating was so much easier then… Just club a nice girl over her head and drag her to your cave…
Well, actually, I would not
have been an old and wise man. I would have been dead.
You see, I’m defective. My eyesight is quite poor enough to miss a buffalo until the moment it’s ready to spike me on its horns. Back in the good old days I would’ve been spiked on some horns, missed the lion in the high grass or walked by a field of tasty mushrooms and missed them completely.
Luckily, what would’ve been deadly some 100.000 years ago, is only a minor nuisance nowadays.
First thing in the morning, wake up, get out of bed, hit my foot against the lamp standing next to my bed, curse, hobble to the bathroom, put in my contacts. Look back at the lamp that I suddenly can see perfectly clearly. Curse again.
But it wasn’t always this easy. The first time I had to put in my contacts it took me exactly seven minutes, three seconds (eye one) and nine minutes and twenty-eight seconds (eye two).
That was some seven years ago. And I’ve been putting in my contacts a lot since then (give-or-take once per day). I got good at it! I got so good at it, I can do it with my eyes closed (proverbially of course. Kids, don’t try putting your contacts in with your eyes closed!).
Which gets me to the subject of this post (what? Already?!?). I’ve been having some trouble. I can’t do it. It doesn’t click. It’s impossible!
I’m getting my house back! I was always going to get my house back, but now it’s definite: As of the first of July I’m living at my own place again, yay! (In case you have no clue what this is about, it’s a complicated story involving trips to the other side of the world, friends who become partners, and a girl on the side. I’ll tell you all about it some other time. Maybe…)
I’m trying to learn to improvise on different chords on my saxophone. And it’s not working
! I have to concentrate on the notes that I’m playing, so I lose track of the music and the rhythm. Or I focus on the music, but then my hands won’t move in any semblance of order and just a cacophony comes out. Or I get the rhythm just right and the notes are somewhat reasonable, but it is in no way connected to the background music.
It sucks! It’s frustrating! I want to quit, lie in my bed and not get out until the world is a better and fairer place (and music got easier).
I also know that playing the saxophone is like putting your contacts in (if you do it poorly, you start to cry). Lots of practice makes closer and closer to perfect. So practice it is (my poor, poor neighbors!). And bit by bit I’m sure I’m getting better. Slowly but steadily it’ll start to work.
Not quite there yet though. And it makes me want to poke my eyes out (though I should’ve done that seven years ago, would’ve saved me a lot of trouble then).