The day started off early, after a late night of dancing. I wanted to be on the road by 0900, and we made it. Not to complain about my friends, but none of them know how to drive a stick, they need to learn how to drive my car.
Evidently, they aren't the only ones who don't know about my car, I pulled into a gas station in Scribner, ran my card at the pump, put the nozzle in my tank, SmileChild and I cleaned the windows, we used the facilities, put the pump away, and back on the road. About 20 miles later, I looked at my gas tank, and it was nearly empty ... *????* ... yep, I had forgotten to actually pump the gas. Fortunately, we were able to make it to Smeade's place in Battle Creek without further incident.
The day turned out to be absolutely gorgeous for November. The sun low in the sky, the few clouds were high, the wind slight, and the temperature in the mid 50°s. Battle Creek appeared to be deserted, which I can only attribute to it being deer hunting season, and many hunters being out on the prowl.
Smeade took us to a local dining establishment, okay, make that the only local dining establishment, Goody's Grille.
The best place to eat lunch in Battle Creek.
After lunch the local constabulary treated me in the usual manner.
SmileChild and Smeade think that the local cops hassling me is humorous.
After lunch, we had some time to kill, so we walked down to the local library where there was a book and bake sale. The sale was heavy on the books, not so much on the baked goods.
I guess I could read something at a library...
The library had computers for use, and I finally figured out how SmileChild keeps winning at Scrabble.
SmileChild thinks she can overload the camera by reflecting the sunlight into the lens. Nice try, but we still know you bought something at the book sale.
We then headed back to Smeade's temporary residence for some highly intellectual discussion and activities.
I had no idea both Smeade and Viv were cheerleaders in high school.
Gravel driveway and boots are difficult to dance in ... having the right partner makes it all good.
Maybe I should have zoomed in a little bit.
We gassed up the car, for real this time, and got back on the road to O'Neill when all of a sudden...
...what was I talking about?
We got up to O'Neill in a little over an hour after leaving Battle Creek. I learned from the sign at the edge of town that it was the Irish capital of Nebraska ... cool, lets drink. After only one miscue, we managed to find Chez de la RockinRobin, a modest brick duplex with a meet the neighbors window in front of the shower.
Of course, we didn't come to see the house ... or Tim ... or RockinRobin ... why was it we drove 3 1/2 hours for...
Oh yeah, there was Danny's mom and dad too. I can almost remember their names.
Kids are so cute when they emulate your bad habits, I mean other peoples kids of course.
Daniel is already ignoring Mom.
A little confused here dad, which way is up?.
I tried to get a nap, but that didn't work so well.
After a visit, we went to see RockinRobin's new daycare facility, Babies & Blossoms Day Care, and the house they are going to rent.
Some of the shots of the inside of the day care facility. I never got anything like this, I had to play with my brothers ... sheesh.
The funny part of the new house is that RockinRobin couldn't find it, and it's not like O'Neill is big or anything like that.
After heading back to their current house, and talking and goofing off, we went to the local Pizza Hut for dinner ... and entertainment.
A bunch of fresh-faced individuals, and the back of RockinRobins head.
Who'd have guessed this group would play cut-throat solitaire? Viv tried her hardest to get us thrown out by being really loud when she won.
At the end of the night, everyone posed for the obligatory group photo ... everyone except Tim, of course.
Thus ended a great day ... almost. Smeade was having car problems in Battle Creek, and needed to get back to Omaha to pick up a car from her folks. So luckily we were able to swing by and pick her up and take her home.
Much thanks to Viv & SmileChild for allowing me to liberally snag a herd of photos.