I admit that before last weekend, I couldn't even spell ukulele, but have, due to number one son's homework project, been quite immersed in the subject over the last few days.
There was a rather disastrous attempt to tune the uke we're borrowing from my brother (I knew the string wasn't going to be able to go that high, but persisted in tightening it anyway), but apart from that it's been all fun and games. Really, can anyone listen to Tiny Tim's
Livin' in the Sunlight and not smile? I can't.
Then there is Amanda Palmer's fabulous
Ukulele Anthem suggesting that if Sid Vicious had had a ukulele instead of a bass guitar his life might have been very different, Jake Shimabukuro's cover of
While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's
Somewhere Over the Rainbow and oh just everything!
Here's a Spotify playlist for anyone in need of a little whimsy.
http://open.spotify.com/user/xseawitch/playlist/4nN31UT6flwO9F5RySn3dXIt has distracted me from the absence of small son and hubby (one at camp one at rugby) and the fact that I've felt a bit sick for most of the day.
I have read Robin Hobb's
The Inheritance which was a bit grim, but good and enjoyed the new episodes of Penguins of Madagascar more than an adult probably should. Feel like I need a holiday, but at least buds are opening and the sun came out. Got very bored of fog at the beginning of the week.
Happy St Patrick's day to any that celebrate it. I put on a crocheted shawl that belonged to my grandmother and realised that it still smelled of her perfume, she's still here, in so many ways. Have a good what's left of the weekend, my friends.