Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
We’re finding them anything but simple, but Cat Daddy and I are enjoying our guitar lessons and, happily, there have been no further Code Brun incidents. We have lost all sensation in our left hands, but at least we are now 0.1% less dreadful than we would have been had we not practised. And we are having great fun discovering all the songs we can play using the same few chords over and over. I don’t suppose our neighbours are having quite so much fun with this, but tant pis.
Whilst I accept that we aren’t great, and that it will take us years to become even passable, Cat Daddy is unbelievably impatient; he wants to be Dave Gilmour tomorrow. I have tried to explain that even Dave Gilmour took time to become Dave Gilmour, but he won’t listen.
Louis Catorze can’t stand the guitar. I am mystified as to how he can sit through hours and hours of pounding Led Zeppelin during Boys’ Club yet, after just hearing a single note of my guitar, he’d had enough. And I don’t even mean a single chord; I mean A SINGLE NOTE. I plucked one string one time and, after flatlining his ears and glaring at me in absolute horror as if I had just set fire to the last remaining pack of Orijen on this earth, the little sod was off.
I am continuing to kid myself that, one day, he will come and join me for a jam session like that internet cat who sings along with his guitar-playing Cat Daddy. However, I don’t suppose this would happen unless I were to morph into Eric Clapton overnight.
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