If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that I LOVE the ukulele. I’m a barely adequate musician, but it’s not just about the music, it’s that the uke is really fun. Crazy fun. And I love the people I’ve met while playing my uke. I love talking about the uke, I love watching silly videos on YouTube that feature the uke, I love the ukulele.
I think you should get a ukulele.… continued…
This has been kind of a crappy year. Work has been scarce and what I’ve found has been less than ideal. I spent the early part of the year in a job that I was so ill-suited for that I cried almost every morning at breakfast. When I was laid off, I was so relieved, but also, more than a little anxious, given the terrible state of the US economy. In May, J. left for Austria for six months and I spent the early part of summer in a black hole.… continued…
I am in an open sided building, a combination of upright posts and corrugated metal on a concrete slab. There’s a little kitchen area, I’m making coffee on a rusty propane fueled two burner stove. It’s morning, the grass is wet. Fields stretch out around me, I’m not sure what’s growing, it’s grassy, wide blades, about knee high, it looks a little bit like sugar cane though I know it is not because it’s soft, not sharp.… continued…
I don’t really expect you to remember this, but I pretty much sobbed my way across Cambodia. Julius had to take my hand and lead me to sit on a quiet bench somewhere, or in a sheltered cafe, or sometimes, I just sat on the bus, staring out the window while trying to pull myself together. Phnom Pehn was the worst, we couldn’t visit a historical site or a store staffed by land mine victims or go for a drink anywhere but the Foreign Correspondents Club without me just falling apart.… continued…
