Days running like water

It’s harder than you would think to make writing in this blog a daily habit. Always so many things that require your hands. Writing, knitting, washing dishes, petting animals, introducing yourself and shaking hands, caressing your loved one’s face, typing on the computer, even walking the dog requires your hands. So you make a decision as to where your hands will be used and for how long. Some actions take a set amount of time. Others could go on indefinitely. Like writing. The danger of free form writing is that it may roll on long after anything of worth has been said. Should you edit free form writing? Doesn’t that take out the “free form” of it?

The days keep rolling by like running waters. Some I have participated in fully, other days I just put in an appearance and observe the world around me. Many happenings in other places get my attention — the protests taking place not only by groups in the streets but by professionals who are front and center in the media, making a statement of solidarity with the protesters in the streets.

And still the days roll by. The stress of the holidays becomes more tangible but stopping to remember holidays of the past and the joys and love that were shared mellows out the feelings of stress and panic that are just below the surface. And in addition to wanting the holidays to be joyous for our loved ones, this year we have the added event of our daughter graduating from the university here in Nebraska. That in itself is great cause for celebration. Because you see, our daughter never does things the easy, average way. She is also raising three children, now alone, and is going through the pain and drama of a failed marriage and being abandoned by her husband the children’s father. But, there is icing on this cake, she has a job waiting for her which she will start the Monday after graduation ceremonies. So there is much to celebrate as these days roll by like running waters. Much.

Cold days are for shiverrrring and remembering warm days…

My travels along Nebraska Highway 2 on October 18th was the perfect October drive.  I followed the Rails Art Trails from Grand Island to Thedford.  The first stop at the Buffalo County lake just east of Ravenna was art of a most natural kind… watched the reflection of the cottonwood trees while Murphy the dog romped and smelled the smells. On our way we passed a lovely doe standing in a small protected field who stopped grazing to watch us pass by.  Another of those picture times that by the time you stopped and focused the object of your photo would be long gone.

My next stop was at the Sinclair station on Nebraska Highway 2 in Dunning, Nebraska.  A Sandhills Journey sign swings outside and a promise of pottery work awaited inside.  Once inside the station, there it was… shelves of pottery pieces – bowls, plates, match stick holders – made locally by Sandhills Pottery.  Of course a couple of the pieces were purchased.  I had a nice conversation with Michael, a scooter tramp whose gleaming harley sat outside.  One of his two, he shared, and his travels on two wheels had taken him to all lower 48 states and through 4 Canadian provinces.

After bidding Michael and Dunning, Nebraska good-bye, I passed by Smokey the Bear advising that the fire danger was moderate in the nearby Halsey Forest and we headed on to Thedford, Nebraska to experience what art work was being showcased there and learn something about this sandhills town.

 

sunday afternoons are not always for napping

Watching the skies turning grey again and I am fighting the urge to go take a nice Sunday afternoon nap.  It after 12:00 so its legal, right?  but I have this list — well in my head anyway– of things I wanted to accomplish this weekend and now its Sunday afternoon — already.  I did get the Mason City page up on www.nebraskahighway2.com yesterday.  Only two businesses listed on the site but seeings how Mason City does not have a motel, restaurant or even a bar anymore, it is great that there are at least two businesses that travelers would be interested in stopping to see.  I learned a bit about Mason City’s history.  It was quite a busy little town for some years.  The high school closed in 1966 so one can only imagine the demise that would follow.  However, the town is nice.  The community center on Main street appears to be thriving and up the hill is “The French Table”, an eclectic art collector’s dream.  Right off of the Nebraska 2 highway is “Cooper’s Corner”, for hunting and gun enthusiasts.

Next weekend is the “Follow the Rails Art Trail” which runs from Grand Island along nebraskahighway2 to Alliance.  A wonderful opportunity to get out on the highway and explore what these welcoming Nebraska communities have to offer to YOU!