The First Rose

June 15, 2018

Our first rose has bloomed.

It’s so rewarding to see a flower this beautiful on a bush of which I had a hand in planting. I could just sit and look at this flower all day.

There are more buds on the bush. There are buds on the other bush too.

The roses are doing well.

I am satisfied.

Creepy Gnome

The creepy gnome who keeps watch on my porch

Long ago, I was in a band called Gnome Dust. I wrote about that in this post from 2003: “The Drummer’s Story.”

Here are photos from that time we recorded a demo in a basement of an old building that used to be a church and our guitarist was literally in the furnace room: “Gnome Dust Recording in Bloomfield, NJ.”

And here are photos from the one and only gig we played: “Gnome Dust at the Wreck Room.”

I now live not far from where we used to rehearse. I regret losing touch with those guys and often wonder what they are up to. One of the guys had some heart issues. I always wonder how he’s doing. I don’t even know how to get in touch with any of them. Why do I let that happen in life?