Today was kind of cold, so Hardingfele and I walked in her building. This afternoon I had two meetings, one right after the other, and it was so hard to stay awake. I got to leave work early today, because I was going to do something retired people do all the time: join a ukulele strum!
The strum was at the Lone Girl Brewery, and I was at one there about a year and a half ago but never heard about another one until last month... and then I forgot about it and went to the bachata lesson at the Monona Terrace instead. Apparently these have been happening on the third Thursday all this time, but somehow I am not plugged into the ukulele community anymore since the pandemic, so I only hear about these things now and then. Now I am on the mailing list for the Wauna Strummers and the Prairie Strummers, both of whom regularly meet during work hours, but at least now I know about the Lone Girl strums. This one was not nearly as crowded as the one I'd gone to before, and to my surprise the guy right behind me had a mandolin. Whoa, I could have brought my mandolin, and then I could have played all those chords! But the whole purpose of doing this is to get better at the ukulele. There were enough people there that I could just sit out any chord I wasn't sure about, and nobody noticed. The woman next to me was very friendly, and she told me there is an evening strum every week, but it's on the west side, and it's on Tuesday right during my adoration hour. Sigh. At least after an hour and a half, I could competently play the following chords: D, G, G7, A, A minor, A7, C, and C7. That got me pretty far, since those are common chords in the popular music we were playing, most of it from the 50's-70's. The theme was "Night and Day" so we did songs about morning, afternoon, evening... you get the idea.
When the strum was over, I went downstairs and found Travalon, who was watching Arkansas beat Kansas in the NCAA tournament. We had some dinner (shrimp tacos for me, a black and bleu burger for him, both delicious) and finished watching the game before heading home. As I said, "We're not in a hurge huey." I guess all that ukulele strumming wore out my brain cells!
Back home I did some DuoLingo, and it finally gave me a test to see what level of Spanish I should be in. Check this out: yesterday my score was 12, and now it's 20!
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