Shakabrah Java

Well the Prairie Dogs are playing again this weekend. Seems that we’ve found a nice place to play here in Tacoma called Shakabrah Java, a little coffee house that’s part of 6th Avenues resurrection. Since we’re so close to Christmas we’ve been working on a few holiday songs to put in the set.

Not a lot happening this week. The fog, for the most part, has lifted, leaving in its wake the start of the winter rains. The oldest boy brought home his first report card, which to neither Sweeties nor my surprise, states unequivocally that our boy is not only a genius, but darned nice to boot. Something we’ve thought for years.

Midwest Minnie has been helping me do a redesign of the site and I’m working on getting that up and running. I’ve had this design for a year and a half and the brown is starting to wear me down. Last month was also a new high in readership, so thanks to everybody that’s been coming by lately and spreading the word.

All the trailers in our part of the park did a real bang up job decorating this year. Over the summer, Heather and Earl took down their old monster satellite dish that’s never worked, covered it in concrete and are using it as a pond for their new statue/fountain thingy. I guess Earl’s been working some overtime hauling containers for the port and Heathers been using the extra money to fix up their place. Dug up their front yard and bought a whole lot of that red and white rock gravel to cover in its place.

Not to be to critical of the neighbors, but the little machine that plays the Christmas music in the evening is starting to wear a little thin. But then again, that’s probably just me. I would say that their hearts are in the right place and in a year of political distrust, saber rattling, kidnapping and Justin Timberlake’s solo release, isn’t that all that matters?

Hope to see you all out at the show Saturday.

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