Spending Time With Jenny
Last night I had the opportunity to go to bed early. Sure, there were still countless tasks to be done, but nothing so urgent that it couldn't wait another day, or two, or three.
Going to bed early would have probably been a good idea. But I didn't. Instead I stayed up late with Jenny.
No, no, no. Not the girl. Her name is Mari, I think. No, Jenny is the ukulele.
Now, I didn't stay up all that late. I'm not really very good, and I don't know that many songs. But I'm good enough that I can enjoy listening to myself play, and the music really makes me feel better.
It was an eclectic concert, covering songs by Toto, Helen Reddy, Israel Kamakawiwao'ole, Alphaville, Hapa, Linda Ronstadt, and, of course, Elvis.
Going to bed early would have probably been a good idea. But I didn't. Instead I stayed up late with Jenny.
No, no, no. Not the girl. Her name is Mari, I think. No, Jenny is the ukulele.
Now, I didn't stay up all that late. I'm not really very good, and I don't know that many songs. But I'm good enough that I can enjoy listening to myself play, and the music really makes me feel better.
It was an eclectic concert, covering songs by Toto, Helen Reddy, Israel Kamakawiwao'ole, Alphaville, Hapa, Linda Ronstadt, and, of course, Elvis.
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