Deborah is teaching some classes at Concordia University, and asked if I’d come on Wednesday and give my little ukulele spiel to one of her classes.
I’ve done this when Annette taught the class, and a couple of presentations, and it never ceases to amaze me that one person can buy so many ukuleles, and not be put on some sort of Do Not Fly list.
I’ve ordered baritone ukuleles in the past, and have given them away as gifts afterward. (Unwanted gifts.) I needed to order sopranos for this time, though. Actually, I needed to order sopranos for the last time I talked to this class, but the company had them on back order for months. I was scrambling to find ukes to borrow.
This time, though, I might have enough for the class.
Six ordered new.
Plus one from Mrs. Royuk. (The red one doesn’t count. It’s full of five dollars for Cousin Sam.)
Plus my two here at home.
Plus this terrible, terrible Barbie ukulele that serves only as a warning that these things are awful. (But you can learn chords on it while waiting for a real uke to be available.)
Plus Beth’s and the one in my classroom. What does that total? A hundred? Math is hard.
Bonus! The new ones take quite some time to achieve proper tuning, and I’m way behind. You’re welcome in advance, Deborah. You. Are. Welcome.