MY DEMENTED DIARY

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Today we celebrate the birthday of Joseph Quesnel, born in 1746. He was a music composer, poet, and playwright.

Nothing happened yesterday. Well, not unless you consider a few routine errands as "something" but nobody cares about that sorta stuff anyhow.

So I took advantage of the nice weather and chopped off a few more branches from the crape myrtle tree that's threatening my neighbor's garage. Specifically, branches that, after curing for a few months, might make nice walking canes.

Crape Myrtle is just about the strongest wood ever discovered, but it simply can't grow straight. So a walking cane made of the stuff is all twisty-curvy and has people making all sorts of interesting comments about it.

And it looks like nothing's gonna happen today.

Happy Nothing Happening!

OrneryPest