...tend to shit up the bird feeder.
So hey, we made it to Friday! I took Danny downtown to the arts festival. We didn't buy anything, mostly because I'm not really into quilted diaper bags and airbrushed pictures of bald eagles, but that's what passes for art around here. There were some nice bronze statues, but that was well beyond my budget. There was jazz music, and a festive atmosphere, so it wasn't a complete waste of an hour.
Finally, tomorrow is the first Saturday of the month and that means the big book sale at Swanson branch library in Omaha. 10-3. Corner of 90th and Dodge. There's an ongoing Thursday sale as well. The books come from a variety of sources, mostly donated, though there's plenty that have come from library branches (where they replace with newer copies). Last time I went there were books donated from the library of the Joslyn museum and I brought home some beautiful, unusual books for very little money. There's a rare book room as well with out-of-print and collectible editions. The gentleman who runs that room has been putting up with Danny flipping the lights out on him for at least seven years, and he always manages to do a good job of acting surprised. Now that Danny is getting too old to do this, he just says hello, but sometimes he'll whisper, "Boo!" just for old time's sake. After so many years, it is wonderful to have a group of people who are like family that we can visit with-and unlike family, we still like each other.
If you're a local and plan to attend, drop me an email and maybe we can grab coffee.
Have a great weekend everyone.