Locked down with my Ukulele 20

These are strange times I have lived with my head all my life and I’ve only just noticed that my ears are quite high on my head. This came about as a result of my second quarantine hair cut. I found that the hair on the side of head was being forced out sideways by the arms of my glasses.

Having to wear glasses is a sign of my gradual demise. I had brilliant eyesight until I reached “a certain age”. Then I found that my arms weren’t long enough to read small stuff (you will only understand that if you’ve experienced it yourself). If my arms were long enough to see by, by the time I got to focus distance the detail was too far away to read. I could sit in my lounge and see a fly walk up the back fence but I couldn’t read a text unless I held it at arms length, with a massive font size.

I’ve also got to a point when my ukulele music is either too close so I have no room behind the music stand to play, or in the zone between being able to see, and read, or the fonts being too small to make out properly. I should really blame my poor playing on this.

I was forced into having an eye test and the fitting of a pair of spec’s. It was then that amongst about a thousand gleaming examples of optical excellence, most are not suitable as I have a wide head. So add another thirty quid to the pot.

I had considered that it would be a better look if I cut my sideburns level with the arms of my glasses. I hadn’t considered that it would be difficult to shave with the glasses on. I also hadn’t considered that once I took my glasses off I wouldn’t be able to see. I’m sure the result is more abstract than symmetrical. But, at least I can’t see it.

Funny how life has it’s unexpected benefits.

Poems Prayers and Promises

This song by John Denver I came across by accident I was doing the YouTube DJ thing. Leave the software to play tunes while I do the mundane.

This caught my attention “I’ve been thinking lately about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.”

“I’ve seen a lot of sunshine and slept out in the rain.”

I’ve done a bit of that in both senses of the words.

My mate, that I played a lot of Ukulele with, was into bush craft and he got me involved. Knives, axes, fire and ukulele what more could you wish for?

Pre-ukulele we did a canoeing holiday one summer in Sweden. Around the lakes there they have fire pits, made from old lorry wheels and next to these a kind of rabbit hutch. You pay for a permit and you can paddle round from place to place and stay in these covered shelters. There’s no sense of time because it stays twilight, like some strange nightlight. Sitting round that fire cooking the nights meal chatting about life, love and happiness was one of the most restful weeks I’ve ever had. I don’t remember it raining that week. So at no point were our lives in any jeopardy.

He went back with his wife on another occasion they both had to turn over the canoe and shelter in it from a massive storm. All in all I’m pretty sure he preferred the trip with his wife.

Stay safe