Somehow (though I haven’t the slightest idea how) I am able to send emails to the outside world even though the internet here in Ukarumpa has been down since Wednesday. As such, I have put this post up with the help of that brother of mine, Benji.
(Editor’s Note: I looked long and hard to find a family photo of Alan playing an instrument. Any instrument. As far as I can tell, this is the only fruit of my labor.)
The last week has been perhaps the most eventful of them all. What with a band concert on Wednesday night, a Choir concert on Friday, an all-night Lock-In which I helped oversee, and a children’s sunday school performance this morning – sleep has come at all the wrong times.
The sunday school performance may seem like a non-issue, but I assure you it was not. I was involved in a most unexpected way…
Sunday School Teacher: Alan, do you mind helping out with the sunday school camp next weekend?
Me: Sure, what do you need me to do?
Teacher: Well, we need more people to teach the children music.
Me: Huh.. Music is not one of my specialties.
Teacher: Do you play any instruments?
Me: Not unless you count the drums, which I personally don’t.
Teacher: There you go! You could be in charge of percussion. We can get rocks and put them in bottles and shake them around and maybe make tambourines and…
Me: Oh – alright, I’m in.
Three days later, she came back to me and explained that well, actually, they wouldn’t need a percussion section anymore, but they were going to have a group of eight or ten of them playing chords on a guitar – and couldn’t I try and learn a few chords in the next few days – just enough to be able to teach them?
And I, being I, said of course, of course I could learn enough to teach the childers. (This is, I suppose, what I get for dressing like a jester and parading around town with a ukulele in hand.)
Despite all of my own predictions to the contrary, it was not a disaster. At least not yet… they perform in a few hours time.