MY DEMENTED DIARY

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Today we celebrate the birthday of Francesco Faa di Bruno, born in 1825. He was a mathematician who somehow got elevated to sainthood. It's a bit unclear just what sorta evil debauchery he got into for qualification as a saint.

And speaking of Wisconsin (as someone mentioned in the comments file for yesterday's entry), my very own wife is from Wisconsin and several of her relatives live in Fond Du Lac and a whole buncha her college friends live in Madison and I'm happy for all of them to read my diary so it's no surprise to see lotsa Wisconsin IP's in my stats.

And speaking of Maryland, my fellow church members are also welcome to read my diary too, but apparently few of them do because they've all given up trying to convert me to a True Believer.

I tell my fellow church members, hey, I'm in this church for fellowship, not to fuss over theology. That's double-speak for, hey, church is nothing but a social club and theology is all make-believe anyhow.

But anyhow, today is Grandiose Spring Cleaning Day at our church's Parish Hall. Two big things I hope we can get rid of: the rusting remnants of a riding lawnmower that hasn't run for several years and has been thoroughly cannibalized for parts, and a horse trailer with a wooden deck that's rotted out to the point where any horse who tried to ride in it would probably fall through.

Why would a church own a horse trailer? I have no idea. But churches aren't founded on anything rational anyhow, so I'm not surprised.

Happy Saturday!

OrneryPest