My name is lynn . . .

 

 . . . and I'm a uku-holic.

I spied this darling little red ukulele gem in the music store window and absolutely had HAD to have it. Decent enough to take along on our hotrod road trips without having to pack my good uke and worry about it getting knocked around. I can strap it to my backpack or drop it into my tote without fret. Get it? FRET?

The little guy that started it all a few years ago

Wise guy

So now I own two and will probably be on the lookout for others since I believe that if one is good, two is better. 

And three? Well . . . 

Oshkosh . . .

Oshkosh.

Oshkosh in Winter.

Could I not have seen this coming?

This blog/diary entry is little more than a rant.

Drove to Oshkosh this time for a meeting, thinking that the drive back on Sunday was safe

and I would be in my pjs relaxing comfortably on the sofa in time for the Super Bowl ads.

I could not have been more wrong.

A pre-dawn phone call from my DH Ed said, "Stay where you are. Do not come home."

Not so bad here in Oshkosh, Wisconsin but definitely bad in Lincoln, Nebraska.

Like 8"-12" wet snow bad.

Re-upped my room for another day/night so I could watch 1"-3" blowing snow

here in Oshkosh. Not so bad.

 And pretty glad I tossed my watercolor travel kit and Moleskine into my bag.

I can see filling this book up by nightfall.

Home sounds wonderful.

Will I ever get there? Like one of those dreams where the object of your desire is just out of your reach,
I see Nebraska in the blowing snow distance.

C'mon April . . .