Happy

My house is so full of instruments that I'm glad they don't have a mind of their own and start playing in a mad jig. I also hope my cats will not think they are toys... at least until tomorrow. So far, so good. But it's always on my mind. Well, I've taken the risk. I gone so far with the risk by giving my little people the instruments to try out at home. And I've been called slightly insane for that. But these little people have so far been good with them. Motivation. That's all that is needed. I could have locked them up couldn't I? But I didn't and I won't. I only hope I will find someone to help me carry all the instruments to my car once it's over. They must weigh some 50 kg or more together. Well, here's hoping someone will volunteer, and if they don't I will ask for the help. But I'm happy with the way things are. And happy is one very nice word. They thought I'd lay down and die. And no, it's not the little voices talking to me, although I have plenty of those. And perhaps I was very close to lying down. But I didn't die. I just got resurrected thanks to the little people who never thought I was a freak. The little people who are sometimes naughty, very naughty and who are as mischievous as you can get. It's not all plain sailing. But when I get out of bed in the morning, no matter how late, I just remind myself that I'm off to meet little people. And that always makes me smile. I had lived a life of grandeur, with grand people and grand concerts and grandiose ideas and behaviours and presidential what nots. So many people with so many different temperaments most trying to work the sex instead of the music. I now live a life where the sexual innuendos have all gone, a life filled with little people. And perhaps I do not have the plush red seat in front, but the love of all the little faces full of excitement and wanting to do their best. And I love this life.