the jumping flea

This year, Okey are celebrating three days of Christmas.  One for just us.  One with my family.  And one with his family.  So, on today, the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me one jumping flea.  I am very excited to learn how to play my soprano ukulele.  I already figured out a few chords on the uke, and I hope to learn at least one carol by Saturday.

good news

My banjo, it’s fixed! Much to my surprise, it’s not uncommon for that little piece to snap.  And even more to my surprise, my banjo had been tuned very closely to the correct notes even though I haven’t had a tuner since early July.  (Maybe I do have musical talent after all?)  There was a lot of tension on the string, which is what caused that little plastic piece to snap, but it was because the g-string was wound in reverse.  (Maybe I don’t have common sense after all?)

While Dave was fixing my banjo, I was eyeing the two Mahalo ukuleles on the wall.  I had convinced myself that if he weren’t able to repair my banjo that day, that I would simply have to go home with the soprano.  Alas, he fixed her up pretty good with a metal spike in no time.

Here’s an old picture of the gal in action: