Strung Along By Uke

Lorraine daydreaming of singing to the cats with a ukuleleI was a wee bit obsessed a couple of weeks ago.

With a ukulele of all things.

And couldn’t figure out why.


Okay, I knew why.

There was an ad by a local ukulele group promoting their lessons in April.

But I didn’t know the deeper real why.


Putting something else on my plate right now made absolutely no sense.

I’m trying to clear things off.

Then there’s knowing me too well.

Many attempts to learn the guitar fizzled out.

The cats hid the tin whistle I bought.

Pursuits of most all other hobbies ended up as dreams on a shelf.

(Come to think of it, do I have a hobby?)

Why would a ukulele be any different?


Granted, a ukulele wasn’t dropping in from left field.

I was in awe with what could be done with four strings watching Mighty Uke a few years back.

Hearing friends play and sing guaranteed to be mesmerizing.

Daydreaming takes over.

This is me someday.


Me now.

With a snap strum of the fingers.

Lazily serenading an audience of cats and the occasional person.


Screeeeeeeeeech. [cue record needle leaving deep scratches in vinyl.)


Not. likely. going. to. happen.

I wouldn’t be playing the ukulele, I’d be learning.

Whole different scenario.

Best intentions to practice would fly out the window in a flash.


I was infatuated with what the ukulele represents, not with the ukulele itself.

That’s what I struggled to figure out.

What does the ukulele represent?


A yearning for spare time amidst the busyness?

Or an energizing distraction by giving curiosity a reason to research?

Creativity needs to flow even when one is mired in left-brained processes?

A nerd could be cool?


Not surprisingly, as time has gone on the lessons have faded into the background.

Browser tabs of buying a ukulele research are passed over for newer items of interest.

Guess my plan worked.

Holding off on signing up allowed the underlying reason to work itself out.

I’m thinking that an energizing distraction for a cool creative nerd was behind it all.


Chances are good the ukulele will come calling again some day.

I’ll retest again whether to pick it up or let it pass by.

Until then, I’ll continue to get lost in the joy of hearing others play.


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Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.


  1. Jenn Sutkowski on March 25, 2019 at 11:51 pm

    This one is close to my heart, being an avid uker myself. But you are sooo right about the “I’d be learning, not playing.” That said, if you do decide to pick it up, I highly recommend the Dr. Uke website. He has easy (and hard, depending on the song!) sheet music with finger charts for every chord. So you can get to playing sooner. Not that I’m trying to be a uke-pusher-person, either. Because one person’s passion is another’s shiny object!! 😉

    • Lorraine on March 27, 2019 at 10:40 am

      Thanks for the resource! Will check out Dr. Uke because I’m quite sure the ukulele will reappear again at some point with a prod in hand.

      PS: You’re one of my mesmerizers when hearing you play. More please! 🙂

  2. Pearl R Meaker on March 26, 2019 at 8:49 am

    I used to play baritone uke . . . now I just play fiddle. ?

    My Aunt had bought herself a baritone uke and ended up not really learning it well. (she was a busy adult after all) She gave it to me when I was in jr. high school – probably 12 years old and had the time to learn it. It was a very nice, good quality uke, but as time went on, and I got busy with being married and such, the wood got too dry and it started to split. We didn’t have the money to get it repaired and it got dumped. ??

    I bought a rather inexpensive one a few years ago, but it just wasn’t the same – it didn’t have as good a sound. I gave that one to a young cousin of mine who played it until her hands got big enough to handle a guitar. I don’t think she plays it any more.

    All that said, there’s actually many a time that I miss it and wish I still had a nice bari-uke to play.

    (I’m emailing a photo to you of me performing with my uke my junior year of high school.)

    • Lorraine on March 27, 2019 at 1:10 pm

      So much symbolism here! I love how the uke became part of the rhythm of Life and your family circle.

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