Things I've noticed recently: Switches, Vibes, and Cat-itudes

There is a switch on my new guitar that is peculiar. Sometimes if I flip it, the guitar will get louder, with the same tones, just a boost of volume. And sometimes when I switch it, it mutes my guitar completely. There are only 2 options with this switch, up and down. In the "down" position, it is stable. With my limited knowledge of this instrument (including it's tonal vibrations potential for healing, and/or mastering the tremolo blues cry- "doing the indian style 'wah wah wah' hand motion over your mouth, but actually while yawning instead of summoning the Panther in the Sky to kill" kind of guitar sound) it is impossible to know what the switch will do when I turn it to the "up" position.
This is a very real problem, it's there alright. All day I wanted to think of this feeling I get, and express it as a metaphor- it finally came to me - after a lost drinking game, toed and elbowed out from sports- while mellowing my nagging higher mind with a glorified whammy bar. This feeling that certain vibrations, or emotions or feelings seem to be amplified at times, and at others it is as easy to shut them off as a switch. I thought about how I can control that etc. I noticed that.

I don't have good hands, but I love to use them. I worked on automobile engines today. As always, I feel a much more rewarding end when I use my means-hands. I lost feeling in my right hand long ago and became ambidextrous as a result. It is a pins and needles kind of sensation in my right fingers, but I can feel things that I can't feel with my left hand. Like magnetic fields, vibrations, and chi- particularly from humans, old trees, dogs and refrigerators, and for some reason books too. So when I use both of my hands together, like say...in dentistry, or a sweet move to the hoop, or fixing a van, or playing guitar, it becomes a manifest - a sculpture - a physical product of a dual sided form of creating stuff in a non-dual way.
The left being the physical, the yang, the masculine, strong jar opening, smoking a cig, bra taking off hand.
The right being the creative, the receptive yin feminine, detecting pathogenic stuff, twisting an acupuncture needle (not according to the textbooks and this 90 degrees bullshit, but twisting the needle until you feel the chi dam destroyed) and figure out a way beyond the limits of this world kind of grip. I've noticed this for over 15 years, but it made more sense today.

There is a cat that lives in the apartment next door and comes to the second floor balcony every night, late at night...well, first he hops out of the screen door and lands on the balcony, then he sways his/her cat hips like a Broadway play through the little fence on the balcony and sits a few meters from my room and meows and meows like the sky is gonna fall and he/her wants to have one more conversation, or meows and meows like he/she is a cat Brittney Spears in a youthful career - still in the mall circuit and willing to sing to anyone, humbly, carefree, and without any tarnished big contract Cat-titude. This cat will ALWAYS sing with me, in fact I feel that it comes out just to sing with me. I hear it, meowing in the wrong direction (south) I send a mocking meow back, and this cat I don't even know comes to the other direction and she/he meows, I meow, it meows, I meow in a higher voice, it meows in a higher voice, I come to the door, we watch the raccoons on the garage roof, and joke about them in meow voices. They are all inside jokes. I noticed that I have gone to bed with a smile since it has been warm enough to sleep with a door ajar.