Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Edmund Cartwright, born in 1743. He was an inventor whose most famous invention was a power loom.
He was also a preacher, and his career as a preacher has received the obscurity it richly merits.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus enabling me to plant a plot of spinach in Gordon the Garden, and also get a start in trying to eradicate pokeweed from my property.
I think my property might be the neighborhood repository of pokeweed. I don't know any neighbors who are plagued with the stuff.
Pokeweed is highly poisonous but some folks eat it anyhow. My great-aunt Hattie used to take the new shoots in the springtime and alternately boil and drain it several times and then fry it in bacon grease, thus supposedly rendering it nonpoisonous. I tasted it once and it was the awfullest crap imaginable.
And so today looks like it's gonna warm up a whole lot. Great day to do a bit of mowing and some more attempts at destroying pokeweed.
And then this evening is another church pot luck dinner, to which MrsPest has decided we're bringing a dish called Twelve Gorilla Casserole which is sorta misnamed because it contains meat, which gorillas don't normally eat.
Signs of life