Better?

 Oh what a weird day. I was lying in bed when Ken came by. He needed to take some photos of the annealing furnace, tall as an NBA star, to get the shipping estimate. "Just relax there", he said to me in bed. Once he was done I did indeed go back to bed, until something like 4. Blech. I think I may have drank too much before bed, but at least I practiced. A "meh" practice but a practice all the same and worked on some tunes. It's much easier to sound things out on the shakuhachi than on the trumpet, for instance. 

I don't want to diss the trumpet which is a fine instrument, it's just that it doesn't fit Hawaii. Trumpets get stinky enough on the mainland what with all that stuff growing there in the dark inside them. And bamboo is so natural. Maybe once I am back I will learn to make shakuhachi even if I just start with "meditation shakuhachi" with no holes so Zen nuts can blow Ro until the cows come home.