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Today we celebrate the birthday of Thietmar of Merseburg, born in 975 AD. He's some obscure dude who's supposed to be famous for writing a chronicle about Saxony. Yesterday we got the Official Notification from the tron undergrounders that we're supposed to negotiate with them about the exact position of the street light they're gonna put in front of our place. Naturally we're delighted to have one right there because it'll illuminate our shrubbery and enlighten the "shortcomings" of the Tiki Bar customers who are too drunk to tell the difference between shrubbery and a rest room. But the exact location they've chosen will necessitate figuring out what to do with the 4 or 5 cords of Silver Maple firewood they're gonna hafta chop out. Apparently somebody was simply given the job to go mark off a street light position every 120 feet, so that's exactly what he did, not bothering to look up from his clipboard and notice what sorta problems there'd be. So I think what's gonna happen is they're gonna decide to move the street light perhaps 8 or 10 feet one way or t'nother. Either way is fine with us. 8 or 10 feet north would put it right next to my driveway, thus illuminating my Black Hole we have so much trouble finding at night. 8 or 10 feet south would put it right up next to our juniper bush where it would simplify my lawn mowing pattern. So anyhow, today's Quest Of The Day will be to get War Goddess to her apptment with the cat groomery, negotiate with the street light locator, trim the back hedge, and find something fun to blow off the rest of the day. Happy Friday! OrneryPest |
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