Drive-in.

One piece of Americana that has always been my favorite in the Summer was a trip to a drive-in theater. Garden Drive-in, located in scenic Hunlock Creek, opened for the season this weekend. So the entire Yann clan, with sister-in-law and her boyfriend in tow, ventured out for some entertainment.

Caturday.

A neighbor's cat occasionally patrols the area. Today our porch was among its scheduled stops and Lili admired it from a distance, safe behind a screen door.

Blogiversary.

So it's been two years since I started this blog. It's weird that the blog and I have had such a long, in the Internet terms, relationship. This relationship at times has been a rocky one. I would often neglect the blog, not posting for days at a time. Sometimes I would have a great idea, but life would get in the way and I would forget to post.

While at school, I posted on topics I found while surfing the Internet in an attempt to avoid schoolwork. But since becoming a stay-at-home dad I spend a lot of time child wrangling with very little time dedicated to keeping up with current events. Also, since Blogger added this feature, I have been posting a lot from my phone. I even upgraded my phone in an attempt to improve the quality of my photographs. I am still working on the improvement part, but I enjoy being able to capture the moment and to add content.

Originally, I did not have a specific topic for this blog. I thought that I might come up with one as time went on. I even thought that, once I got a job in my field, I would transform this blog into something more professional. But I have come to a conclusion that I will keep this personal, chronicling my life and various adventures.

Spring saw.

Tree trimming finally brought on Spring in this area. Singing birds have been disrupting the early morning calm for a while. Despite that, the temperatures steadily remained in the coat wearing range. When I was a kid, men in trees would signal Spring's arrival with the whiny mating call of their chainsaws.

There would also be a change in the Sun's appearance. The cold, gloomy Sun, which looked down on the frozen land during Winter, would be replaced by a warm, happy Sun which smiled on countless coatless hoards and various greenery returning to life.

Street scene.

The middle building, which has a green awning on the first floor, houses Phillips Eporium where local artists, poets, and musicians gather for art and coffee. My wife and I got married there on a cold winter day six years ago.

Saturday morning.

While my wife is away at a conference, Lili and I are enjoying Cheerios and cartoons on the Disney Channel. Lili showed interest in my watch so I gave her an older and sturdier one to play with. She promptly put it on her left arm to the amuzment of her left handed father.

Fortieth anniversary.

Forty years after Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination Barack Obama is on the verge of becoming the sole Democratic candidate for President oif the United States. I have no idea how Reverend King Jr. would react to this, but I am pretty sure that had he lived a major party would have had an African-American presidential candidate sooner. We may not be in the future he envisioned yet, but we are getting there slowly, very slowly. Perhaps the 21s Century is going to bring about a long overdue change in this country. Let's hope.

Baseball money.

While grocery shopping with Lili, I saw a magazine that featured Alex Rodriguez on the cover. So I picked up the magazine and started flipping through its pages as I like to do at the grocery store, especially if my wife isn't with me. A brief look at the A-Rod article reminded me of his $275 million contract which made me wonder if A-Rod, and other extremely overpaid players like him, think they are worth the money they get paid.

Because if I were in George Steinbrenner's shoes I would expect A-Rod to hit home runs all the time. I would expect home runs regardless of pitch or pitcher, weather conditions or time of day, batting order or ball park. Heck, I'd expect A-Rod to hit a home run blindfolded on a moonless night. Otherwise you're not really getting your money's worth.

Two days too late.

Oprah Winfrey, it seems, does not look at the calendar. According to imdb.com, she dedicated a special show, which will air on Friday, to her cocker spaniel that died last month. This would be a great April Fools joke except April Fools Day was two days ago. Maybe she should hire an assistant whose sole responsibility will be to tell her what date it is.

April fools.

-ERROR 899.5-79- 1A//ERROR-you have opened a virus to your wireless phone and all of your contacts will be deleted! Just Joking. Now go scare the crap out of your other friends! APRIL FOOL'S

Swan lake.

Lawn ornament convention.

Zoo balloon.

Roadside protest.

Look, up in the sky.

While weaving through Philadelphia traffic a hot air baloon came into view. It was partially obscured by trees and at first several attempts to photograph it were unsuccesful. Eventually the road shifted and the view changed.

Wet highway.

This image represents a combination of two Bon Jovi album titles: Slippery When Wet and Lost Highway. As irony would have it, I am on my way to New Jersey. Don't worry, I am not driving.

Panorama.

Rose Marie's.

These are the bushes outside of a local Italian restaurant which used to be a local bar. The food here is phenomenal. If you ever visit Bloomsburg, check out Rose Marie's and you won't be disapointed.

Thought of the day.

Here is something that has bothered me for a while: is the boomerang a work of genius or a work of laziness. The boomerang was invented by the Australian Aborigines at a time in human history when the rest of the known, and unknown, world was using spears to hunt. Hunting with a spear requires a lot of walking, especially if you miss the intended target. Hunting with a boomerang, on the other hand, is much easier because it comes back to you if you miss. Therefore I can't decide if the boomerang is a work of genius, since it requires a great deal of intelligence to shape a piece of wood like a bird's wing, or a work of laziness, since it is a hunting implement that comes back to the user upon failure. Just a thought.

Spring cleaning.

Once the snow melts, all kinds of interesting junk starts showing up. This is something I found during a recent walk.