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My more serious diary: |
Today we celebrate the birthday of Luigi Romanelli, born in 1751. He was some sorta obscure Italian show-biz dude. Yesterday's Gospel reading was the ever-popular Parable of the Wheat and the Tares. The sermon lasted sixteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds, unusually long for an Episcopal church sermon. Mostly they're about eight or ten minutes and rarely over twelve minutes. You see, the sermon included reading a long letter from our bishop, fulla mumble-mouthed moaning over how this year's Lambeth Conference is gonna have lotsa crybaby tantrum-throwing contests over the utterly irrelevant partnership choice of one bishop in New Hampshire who wasn't invited but he's going anyhow, wearing a kevlar vest because of death threats, and the Archwizard of Cantthinkstraight (super-boss of the whole bash) hasn't got the balls to tell the crybabies to go pound sand. Isn't our religion such a wonderful bastion of loving-kindness! But anyhow, I just noticed that the lot pegs between our south-side neighbors and us have new ribbons tied to them. That means surveyors have been busy, which in turn means the neighbors have got some sorta plans in the works. Our south-side neighbors have spent the last coupla years living elsewhere and only popping in on weekends to mow their lawn and clip their hedges, so it's possible maybe they're gonna look into selling the place. They've been really wonderful neighbors. I certainly hope they can sell the place to some just as nice of folks. Happy Monday! OrneryPest |
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