Simple Pleasures, #13
I appreciate learning new things. I was given a ukulele for my 34th birthday by my dearest, most loveliest friend Miss Peggy G. All she did was listen to some booze-infused rant about how I thought it would be funny to know how to play one. Seriously, though, she musta wrote that one down, “good present for Nicole: ukulele”. Then, like a spider with her web-trap set, she waited. Stealthily. For my birthday. It came with a little book that showed pictures of a few chords and some songs to practice with. Like, say, “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” which I immediately botched. Right, you’re supposed to tune the thing when you get it. Colette was only about five months old, so I had little time to really dive in the way I wanted to, but little by little I was able to forge some poor versions of songs. (God bless the Internet). But a year later… I still sucked pretty bad. So I found a teacher! I’ve had about 3 lessons so far, and my fourth will be this afternoon. I must say that I have already moved up from being the world’s worst ukulele player to the world’s 4th worst ukulele player. Now THAT’S improvement! The lessons are set to be regular for a little while… at least until baby #2 comes into the picture and throws a nice lil wrench into my plans. Then I’m pretty sure the ukulele will untune itself by the time I get back around to loving on it again. Aloha!
