The new DZ Flea ukulele arrived today. After some initial protestation over the necessity of tuning the wee instrument, Lucia started to strum "Polly Wolly Doodle" and strike dramatic ukulele-player poses. Now she's doing windmills to "Cape Cod Girls" and other rollicking sea shanties. I can't keep up.
Psssst... what isn't pictured here:
Lucia: You don't play the ukulele!
Alkelda: Fine, you play the ukulele, and I'll play the guitar.
Lucia: You don't play the guitar!
Alkelda: That's not fair. You don't get to tell me I can't play the guitar. That's like me telling you that you can't play with your dollies.
Lucia: You don't play! You don't! (Bawl, screech, wail)
Alkelda: Bede, please come home. My daughter is oppressing me.
I'm not kidding. Sometimes Lucia says, "You don't sing it! You don't dance." I feel as if I'm in the middle of the film "Footloose" and Lucia is the character played by John Lithgow. There was a time when we sat next to each other and made music.
