My saxophone needed a doctor I feared that I was a hypochondriac control-freak mother and my saxophone was my Munchausens-by-proxy child. Ridiculous! My repairman moved to California. I went to a new repair man and now there are worse problems. I am sleepless and devastated.
I remind myself that I have choices. I am writing and listening to the saxophone sounds I love while wait for Gordon and Doug's saxophone repairman.
I am listening with two ears.
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Saturday, December 20, 2014
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