Biting cold and snowing. You know, a typical January day in Michigan.
Of course, I was out in it. Walking seemed like a safer mode of transit than driving, anyway.
When I set out, I didn’t have a big agenda. Somehow, though, I eventually found myself standing in front of the music shop.
Although I was unaware of conscious intention, this was no accident. The music shop is not on the way to anywhere. I had never been there before.
I was cold through and through by this time, so I headed inside.
Long story short, about a half hour later, I emerged with my new ukulele carefully nestled inside its case to make the long, snowy trek home.
True, it was a purchase I’ve been thinking about for months, but why it happened just then, I have no idea.
Once I got home and brushed all the snow off the case, I got the ukulele out and started experimenting. My suspicions were well-founded – this little instrument is just plain fun. I quickly learned a few chords, experimented with strumming, and started singing.
Turns out, the singing is the hard part. I can’t remember the words to anything. But I will! Now that I have the uke, I am inspired to learn some new old tunes.
It’s portable. It’s easy to learn. It’s music. Awesome! Even better, the shop hosts weekly get-togethers with group instruction. I am totally in.
I have, of course, already tentatively mastered “Blowin’ in the Wind,” even now successfully able to recall the first verse and chorus from memory. Progress. Bob Dylan’s words startled me all over again:
“…how many times must the cannon ball fly before Before they’re forever banned?…”
My feline best friend is not as convinced as I am about the ukulele. While very much interested in inspecting it as it lay quietly on a flat surface, he was having none of it once he discovered the strings make sound!
We’ll see if he eventually gets brave enough to come out from under the bed while it is in play. On second thought, maybe it’s the singing that sends him into hiding. Something tells me, he’ll adjust.
Super excited to launch this little musical journey. I see a lot of potential for my new, portable friend.
I’m also looking forward another little journey later on, a local peace march on this day we remember Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his ethic of love.