I've been preoccupied the last few days with my new friend. I will return to Kimmyville to write about arts and activism at some point, I'm sure, but I am consumed with learning how to play the ukulele right now. I do not foresee any change in my habits, either.
I might eat. I might drink. I may smoke a half a cigarette, but I really don't want to - I just want to play on the uke all day...no kidding. Oh sweet Ukulele, if I knew you were going to be such a blessing, I would've picked you up long, long ago!
Something else I've learned is that my neighbors, who I will go ahead and say I THINK mean well, will not knock on the door or pester the hell out of me as long as I'm playing the uke. Before, it didn't matter if I was cleaning, cooking or playing the piano, the knocks would come, day or night - and one would even bring her cigarettes and smoke in MY apartment, never in her own place.
I am so smitten with my ukulele, my friend James is calling me Tiny Kim, and my friend Becky, who is a fabulous guitarist and singer, even told me she was jealous of how quickly I've learned to play. That, my lambchops, is something I never dreamed would happen. So, I will post this blog, soak my hands in ice, and once the swelling goes down, I will play some more.