Friday the 13th & Father's Day

SO, I visited Dad on Saturday. NO, I'm not superstitious, but age has its way of making one a bit more cautious than might have been historically accurate. And age has a way of slowing down one's productivity. Thankfully, it rained this evening, so I didn't have to water the outside pots. It takes so long to water pots. I don't know why I think growing things is so much fun in the concrete jungle? But just imagine the city air pollution that I clean singlehandedly with my vegetation on my spit of land. Oh, and isn't it just like Baltimore City to triple the land value of my little spit of land so they can collect more taxes. Of course I complain, They do nothing! Government! I am just so glad to be a public servant. Speaking of which, my days have involved just a little too much contact with certain staffers for politicans of state and national persuasions or some such. Well, somebody has to tell them the truth so they can spin it into their version of political reality. Politicians' staff DO check with experts. However, of course that doesn't mean that they'll make the right decision. But too much interest from politicians makes any day a Friday the 13th for an honest working man!