The boots arrived yesterday. (It's hard to find size 17 Wellingtons, I tell ya!) The Lee Oskar harmonic and natural minor reed plates should be here in a week. But the 'uke, mando, and melodica... There's no hope today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe. [/me obsesses on calendar]
I tell myself, I must have patience. I was reminded of that yesterday at the cowboy festival in Genoa, Nevada (formerly Mormon Station), the state's oldest Anglo settlement. I just missed Lacy J Dalton, who was Jill Croston when we hung at Club Zayante way Back In The Day. But I came across a young woman walking her housecat on a leash. I used to walk my supercat Petrushka on a leash. She didn't mind. And I learned patience.
The definition of patience? Walking a cat on a leash. The cat stops. You stop. The cat waits. You wait. And wait. The cat runs off. You better run fast to keep up! But mostly, the cat waits and observes. You wait. Patiently. You have no choice.
No, Petrushka did not teach me everything I need to know. But learning patience was enough. I need merely apply that lesson to waiting for instrument deliveries. [/me glances at calendar again] Right.