I used to think barking dogs in a backyard meant a negligent owner. Now that I have a dog I know that things might be different. Our dog wants to go outside every so often just to run up and down the yard and bark at everything or nothing. He’s happy breathing and wagging his tail after this show of exuberance. It’s a dog thing I guess. Or maybe a soft-coated wheaten terrier thing.
My wife couldn’t pass up this great drum set for half-price at a music teacher’s conference this past weekend. The merchant had set up 5 drum sets for a workshop and didn’t want to have to re-package everything. Now I’ll either have to take lessons and/or see what I can find on the Internet about playing the drums.
I look kind of stunned in this self-portrait, probably because I wasn’t really sure when the self-timer on my camera was going to take the picture.
