Well it's that time of year. The annual "Greek Picnic" in Philadelphia. Each day of this weekend Fairmount Park is taken over by fraternities and sororities having picnics. It is a nice way for them to spend the day.

Every evening the streets of our fair city are overrun by these same people who have now been drinking for hours and who slowly cruise South Street and Delaware Avenue in their cars with their windows down and their stereos blaring. Oh joy.

[What I wouldn't give to be out of town this weekend.]

After work, I stopped at Fork, one of the local restaurants, to sit outside and have a light dinner. For whatever reason, the check cashing store across the street has a huge line of people tonight - funny, they all look like they'll be going to the Greek Picnic tomorrow. Not that I'm one for stereotyping, but...

There were two tourists sitting at the table next to me and I offered to take their picture for them. I view that, giving directions, providing restaurant recommendations and handing out quarters to people in need at parking meters as part of my civic duty.

[Apparently more so than my feelings about jury duty.]

When I came home, Suki had left two of her toy mice in the foyer for me. She has started bringing them to me as presents. I think she is trying to prove that she can provide enough mice for me so that I don't have to keep leaving. When I wake up in the morning there is usually at least one mouse on the bed - the other day she brought me four of them.

[Maybe this is her idea of a picnic.]

Quote du jour:

"Cats don't catch mice to please God."

Afghan Proverb

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