The quality of the photos that an iPhone can take is amazing these days. I clicked off this picture while waiting in line for ice cream at Curly Creme in Wilkes-Barre, PA. It was a nice night with nice friends and I consumed a nice Black Forest sundae. Yum.
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.
“Super·cali·fragile·WINDOWS·XP·ally·docious”
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?