Counting Down the Days

I didn't realize when I was planning that Mr. Wolf would have shortened work hours all week and would be home every time I would normally practice my ukulele! Why, oh why wasn't I practicing every day when I had the chance?

I sure hope I have it down, because the only other way I can think of would be to take my ukulele outside of the home, but then he might notice the case is missing, which I want to keep well under the radar. I've been putting it back in exactly the same place every time so he didn't even have a reason to notice it in the first place.

I know all the words, though sometimes I still mess up how the chorus changes at the end of the song. I know all the chords in theory. I'm a little worried that my nervousness will drive them completely from my head. I've been trying to work muscle memory into my fingers without the instrument present.

What if my ukulele goes out of tune in the middle of the song? It has happened before. I guess I stop to tune it? Or do I just put it down and continue acapella so as not to break up the song?

What am I actually going to say when it's time to take out the ring? My impulse is to sort of wing it, but what if I forget everything bouncing in my head between now and then?

It's not like I can just throw the box at him like, "Here."

Man throwing paper away with the wind blowing it back in his face.

I am panicking. I am really panicking. I am panicking until I reach that day. (Sung to the tune of Alouette)

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