Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of Cardinal Dolan for his fumbling attempt to explain how spewing fuming hatred at gay people is his religion's strange way of expressing loving kindness.
Yesterday everything went fine. The conflict between the heat pump servicer and the exterminator got resolved. The heat pump servicer was finished before the exterminator arrived, and the exterminator couldn't spray anyhow because it was too windy so he did the inspection and said he'd come back later to do the spraying.
And so it's getting to be the season to put up signs advertising our church's upcoming Grandiose May Fest Antiques And Junque Sale. The person who's masterminding the signs doesn't like the way I've put one of them up in the past (two wooden posts with the weather-seal cardboard sign screwed on). She wants a plywood backing plate.
Oh well, if she gets the plywood and can muster the extra help it's gonna take to screw around with more stuff, fine, we can do it her way. But then there's also the matter of storing the plywood for the ten-and-a-half months a year between usages.
And so today's the day we start looking into seeing whether the graveyard needs mowing. Lotsa prairie garlic but not much grass yet. I wish there was something you could do with prairie garlic. Yes, I know, it's a close relative of real garlic but it's worthless as food. Overwhelmingly potent aroma but absolutely no flavor whatsoever.
Happy Mowing Prairie Garlic!
Signs of life