I was scratching my own head about that post I wrote about blogging and the New York Times article a couple days ago. What the heck was I thinking about? Turns out that my blogging friend, Barbara, had written about the New York Times article and her reaction to it, which was startling similar to mine, but what I think happened is that I started reading her blog entry, got as far as the link, followed it and never got back to Barbara's blog. I got so absorbed by the article and went into my own reaction and never got the rest of her take on it. Then later, when I started reading the comments I realized that people weren't reading what I thought I was saying. But Barbara knew and so did Reva and June. If you didn't read June's priceless comment you ought to go back and read it. Or maybe it just meant something to me, but I swear it's the best blog comment I've ever gotten. Perspective. That was all I was trying to say. Blogs are what they are. Blog friends—wonderful people mostly, but we only sort of know them, really. Real life is where we actually live. Let's not get carried away. Moving on . . .
I am loving the iPhone. Loved all the comments. Several people said, "now you are one of us!" I didn't know iPhone users were an "us". Hope I know how to act, dress, whatever. I have a few apps that amuse me. I really like the level. Works just like a carpenter's level with the bubble that you center. Handy for hanging pictures. I'm pretty impressed with the camera. Who knew? My old phone camera was basically useless. Here's a picture I took of some daffodils blooming in my yard. Can you believe daffodils are blooming in February? We planted hundreds, literally, of daffodil bulbs last fall. They were a mixed assortment and it seems the teeny, miniature ones are the early bloomers. The bigger ones are looking close to blooming.
Here's a more challenging test of the iPhone camera. I took this picture of my son, Andy, this evening, in the house, with low light and no flash. Pretty good, eh? He came over today and helped Ray do a bunch of digging and preparation of pathways in the yard. It is looking pretty great out there. I fed him dinner, then took his picture. Look at that grey hair on his head. I love it.