MY DEMENTED DIARY

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Today we wish a fond Happy Birthday to Anthony Gilbert, born in 1934. He's a music composer.

Yesterday's meeting with the tron undergrounder in charge of street light locating was a success. We decided on a location about 8 or 9 feet south of the formerly chosen location. That'll put it right in front of my juniper bush, just far enough out of the way of the maple tree.

And then nothing more happened, leaving me free to clip the back hedge.

And so I suppose today's Quest Of The Day is to rip out the useless disease-ridden lame excuse for a hedge between the driveway and the front lawn, which is a crappy place for a hedge anyhow.

This is gonna be lotsa fun. The hedge is fulla barberry, a species that's been declared a Noxious Weed in Maryland because it's a reservoir host for a coupla major agricultural pests, besides it's awful stickery, and poison ivy, which everybody knows what's wrong with that.

But not to worry. I promise to exercise the canonically appointed safety procedures.

Then I'm sure I'll be good and ready for a nice Scotch On The Rocks, pork chop dinner, and a great night's sleep.

Happy Saturday!

OrneryPest