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A few different friends who don't always post a whole lot, posted a lot over the weekend. I posted much less than usual. Like always, I found myself going through the days' events, framing them for posting here, but when I sat down I just didn't feel like typing any of it out.
I wanted to give the Blue Öyster Cult concert review.
I wanted to mention that Bernard Allison is a kickass guitar player.
I wanted to mention that I owe Cyn, Steve and Bill my thanks for helping paint my garage. Okay, so Bill didn't actually paint, but he came by to help twice.
I wanted to mention the beautiful eastern sky I saw Friday evening, with blue clouds, pink sky and yellow moon. And again later that night, with an angular wedge of cloud that I could see to the south, pointing over the city, lit orange by the city, from below and silver by the moon, from above. And the meteor I saw on that same drive home.
But I didn't. ;-)
I wanted to give the Blue Öyster Cult concert review.
I wanted to mention that Bernard Allison is a kickass guitar player.
I wanted to mention that I owe Cyn, Steve and Bill my thanks for helping paint my garage. Okay, so Bill didn't actually paint, but he came by to help twice.
I wanted to mention the beautiful eastern sky I saw Friday evening, with blue clouds, pink sky and yellow moon. And again later that night, with an angular wedge of cloud that I could see to the south, pointing over the city, lit orange by the city, from below and silver by the moon, from above. And the meteor I saw on that same drive home.
But I didn't. ;-)
