Listening with Two Ears

My saxophone needed a doctor. I feared that I was a hypochondriac control-freak mother and my saxophone was my Munchausens-by-proxy child. Ridiculous! Les Arbuckle my beloved saxophone repairman had moved to California. I went to a new repair man and now there are worse problems. I am sleepless and devastated.
I remind myself that I have choices. I am writing and listening to the saxophone sounds I love while wait for Gordon and Doug's saxophone repairman.

I am listening with two ears.