I got to hang out with a group of high school students who are doing some career exploration. Called in as a speech-language pathologist, I talked about the field, but more interestingly I got to listen to these students’ stories of past speech issues and their impacts, both positive and negative.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to have spent time with those inquisitive humans.
So, it’s Day 4 of this new “writing things that are good, kind, fun, or whatever.” And it’s also Day 4 of me trying to learn ukulele. Here’s how it’s gone:
Day 1 (Lesson 1): Holy buckets! I played a song on the ukulele! This teacher is amazing! Ukuleles are amazing! I’M amazing!
Day 2 (Lesson 2): Huh. Okay, so I just… Huh. Nope, that wasn’t it. Did he just….? Ummm…. Just keep going. Okay, I know that chord. Strum diddly um… Wow. How’d he do that so fast? Well, huh. … Well, I logged the class, I guess.
Day 3 (back to Lesson 1): Yes! This ukulele IS my sunshine! And, okay, now I actually can play those three chords more quickly. And those other songs he recommended. Okay. We’re back on, uke.
Day 4 (Lesson 2): What the??? Seriously, how can he go that fast? WHY ARE YOU GOING SO FAST?! Okay, okay, okay… Strum strum strum strum strum strum… Oh, jeez…
Day 5 (still on Lesson 2):
THERE’S YOUR RIPTIDE RIFF, “ANDY GUITAR”! Whew. I knew I’d finish Day 2.
So my goal by Day 7? Get through Lesson 2 at full speed playback. My overall goal? Finish through Lesson 10. Maybe by August.
I’m grateful for brain plasticity and teaching old fingers new tricks.
I played my very first song on my very green, very clearly purchased for $4 in Cambodia (read: is out of tune after about two minutes), yet still very delightful ukulele. You are indeed my only sunshine.
I’m grateful for the legs that carried me miles on the trail, letting me see waterfalls and wolf(?) prints. Even the mold was beautiful.
With soft-surface trails in town closed until they dry, the Western Waterfront’s gravel was a welcome way to feel closer to nature. The raucous band of geese, chickadees, and redwing blackbirds played perfectly while the sun quietly set.
My first visit to the Wabegon made me say, “I could live near here.” Watching others wolf down the most obscene cuts of prime rib didn’t deter me from fully enjoying my veggie wrap.