Cats, dogs and animal dreams.

Yesterday, sippy (that's my cat) was marking my shoes. Today, those sanuks are no more. Such is the transient nature of material things and life.

The story of marco the beagle.
Marco belongs to a student of mine. I first met him when he was a puppy. He's sweet, lovable and never fails to greet me at the door when I come over. He's also a big prankster. He has chewed the cap off my nice sigg bottle, once got so excited to see me that he peed on my jeans(while giving me a nice doggie hug) and made me chase him down the street when he decided to escape and go for a run.

Today, he was contently lying there chewing on my shoes as I was about to leave. Bits of rubber and cloth were everywhere and the left shoe was redesigned to resemble a somewhat open toe kinda shoe. I laughed, patted him, borrowed a pair of slippers and left. Oaks thinks i'm being biased but there is just so much love in that dog's eyes...

A couple of days ago, I had an amazing dream about a wild horse which I refused to ride. It could do this crazy leap and bound thing spanning bout 50m at a time. I was scared of falling off so I patted it on its back and we parted ways. At home, I was having a chillax session with a lion. It felt strangely peaceful.

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Rainy weather and the cats are making me sleepy.

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We do what we can

I teach music. Specifically, the art of piano playing. I have my good days and my bad just like anyone else in any profession. But I try, I keep going, count my blessings and try to maintain a certain grace.

There are just too many things going on in the world, too many "what ifs" to think about. It'll drive you crazy. "What can I do today?" is a motto I'm constantly trying to learn and live by.

I send a little prayer out to you, to myself...peace.

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I wonder...

why cigar smokers always turn up when i'm having a meal or trying to enjoy some peace time at a cafe. ok, maybe not always but most of the time.
90% of the time, when I wear my nice shoes, it rains.

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The art of reading.

Read. It makes you smarter. Initially it can be anything, you don't have to discern between good or bad writing....just read.
The comics in the papers, the crappy sports section in the new paper, the life section, today paper, a crappy but feel good novel, your graphic novel, autobiographies, biographies, self help, spiritual, shit my dad says by justin halpern, this blog among others, seth godin, perez hilton, stuart wilde, gawker, life hacker...just read.
I'm sure the shows on your hub station can wait and nooooo......reading your friend's statuses on facebook doesn't count.

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