Took our cat Pike in for an overdue dental cleaning Tuesday, and he gave us quite a scare. He has picked up a heart murmur since his annual exam this summer. Took x-rays, and everything looked ok, so they proceeded. He was extremely frightened to go to the vet this time. We're going to try to arrange home care for him in the future.

He seemed fine once I brought him home. A little hoarse from all the high pitched sounds of distress he had been making.

Pike seems to live to love me. I've never known a cat to follow me around, complaining until I sit down, so that he can lay on my lap, until Pike. I find I'm not ready to give him up. Not that you ever are, I suppose.

But all's well for now.

"Isn't it true, you never know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved over paradise and put up a parking lot"

This morning I grabbed a few minutes to memorize the words to Lovers in a Dangerous, as performed by Bare Naked Ladies. This is something I haven't had a chance to do in a while. It felt good.

A couple times in the past I've gathered a list of all the songs I have memorized at the moment. Both times, it was in the vicinity of 120 complete songs. That's right, I could sing nonstop for about three hours with no lost verses and no repeats. Not that you would necessarily want me to. The consensus seems to be that my voice is mediocre at best. But I enjoy it.

My life seems more gracious when I have time to indulge in music. It has been a very hectic couple of months -- one urgent task following another piled on top of my usual schedule. Coming home from helping a friend move Sunday evening, I found myself wishing I could stay home for the next two years.

Definitely time to indulge in some simple pleasures.

So if you find me singing on your street corner, please look on me kindly. I promise not to tarry. It's just an amateur indulging in breath, note, beauty and lyrics, it's not toxic waste.

Take care, all.