Zoo Bar

This is a picture of the Zoo Bar I mentioned in an early blog. I've seen some of the greatest on their stage. It's like their website says, the legendary Zoo Bar. Sunday my friend and I went there for wine tasting and sushi. Even the juke box has the greatest tunes. When we walked in they had the late Chris Gaffney and the Hacienda brothers on. What a voice Chris had! I like things that connect. Following his career led me to some history he had with other musicians I was familiar with. Great fun! Great venue!

Don't Ask

I really fell in love with this tile right away. The creator of it just got a contract to do the murals at the up and coming Union Plaza Park. Congratulations Su! I keep this next to the tv so I can look at it everyday. Then my husband commented on a song it reminded him of by Michelle Shocked. Here goes.....................................................................Don't Ask.................................................

Did I ever tell you about the time I was changed into a rabbit? That's right, I was. Changed into a rabbit by the midnight owl. That's right, the midnight owl. You don't believe me? Ask the red fox. He saw it. Shook him so bad he ran tucky tail, didn't even chase me that night. And you know he likes to chase rabbit. How I come to be there? That's another story. I was trying to get home, walking the flattire road, when the midnight owl swoops on my shoulder, wings flapping in my ear. I jump right out of my skin. I think that's how he did it. I jumped right out of my skin. Rabbit looking for a place to hide, he jumped right in.

And that is how I found the midnight owl who...who...who..sleeps in the beetleberry tree. I was just a little rabbit, but he woke with such a start that he jumped right out of his skin. And that is how I did, see. I jumped right in. I flew to the moon where I found the red fox and I can tell you he was sure surprised to see the likes of me. He winks and chases me once around the moon for old time's sake. And then I drop him off at six o'clock and he and I agree we would get our story straight. We got our story straight and I'm sticking to it now. I was changed into a rabbit, but please don't ask me how.

Beauty in a small childs eyes

These are items our granddaughter picked in our yard. Gpa helped her find a glass to hold the arrangement. The honeysuckle is the focal point surrounded by weeds. She did a grand job displaying it. Kind of pretty for something so simple.

Back at the coffee house with Cindy

This is week two for my blogging lesson. I just learned how to respond to comments. Of course I deleted one instead of saving it. It would be glorious to say it's sunny and warm. Only sixty some days for the farmers market to begin outside the windows of this coffee house. I can almost smell the fresh produce. I decided to start an herb garden. I got a great idea from a friend. She uses a huge potting container and plants all her herbs in one pot. I could do that, and keep it on the deck. That way the pesky rabbits will stay away.

The neighbors around the little store are getting restless. They have thoughts of spring and sitting on their porches and sipping wine. That thought reminds me to post pictures of some of their homes. Maybe that could be a project for me and my camera. This next picture was after a crazy storm.

Why do we live here???

Why do we live here, a question I constantly hear during any snow storm. It also comes up when the temperature is about to melt us down. I guess the word endure comes to my mind. My ancestors came from Prussia. A kingdom that no longer exists. They became one of Nebraska's first homesteaders. My great great grandmother had to walk, because she was pregnant with my great grandfather. The covered wagon was too rough for her to ride in. If you read about the terrain it states there weren't many trees at that time. No break from the wind. The dream to own land drove them here. Their faith kept them going. Great grandfather was the first white child born when Nebraska was still a territory. I can't believe I remember him. He smoked a pipe that I inherited, and called his little glass of wine "Betty." So after each storm we can see an amazing icicle, a rainbow, an orange moon, or a sprouting flower. Then we know we really can endure, and, why we live here.

I love living in a small town. My home is six miles from the little store I work at. We are between two major cities. This gives us choices for all kinds of entertainment. We belong to the Blues Society, and the blues world in both cities are like one. Everyone supports each other. My husband was in Connecticut and went to a BBQ and Blues club. The entertainer walked by to greet everyone. Marc looked at him and said Zoo Bar! He leaned in and said 14th street! He asked dude you know that place? Marc said, I live there...Oh, the picture is the store where I work. We sell fresh produce, all groceries, hardware, champagne, and even bait. I really love it there!

Nature in my backyard

Watching birds is the calmest feeling we could ever have. When the grand kids visit they dig out the books and binoculars to identify the different species. They scan everything to point out anything moving. We try to keep all things simple. It's good for all of us.

My day with Cindy

For years I've known my friend Cindy. We both live on several acres of land but 50 miles from each other. I've known her husband even longer, and worked for years at the same trade. Things changed at work. I knew I had to make a huge career move. Most people would hang on forever, but my gut feeling said to leave. I was in shock for months. In came Cindy. She got me out of the house! We did mall walking, diets, and alot of hanging out. Now we are in a coffee house miles from home, and she's teaching me how to blog.