Concrete and Pork Art Terrorism

More than once I've heard people say that this blog is about as interesting as watching concrete dry. Yet, folks keep coming back, and even read and comment on entries as banal as these from last August and September where I chronicled my neighbors replacement of their concrete slabs and subsequent daily hosing of their prized new slab.

Well, this week we replaced our concrete slab. We had been tagged by the city for broken sections and were expected to incur all of the costs for what serves as a public sidewalk for the hundreds who walk across it every day with shopping carts, baby carriages and even cars from time to time when neighbors are too lazy to find a legal spot. Charging a toll for people to pass is not out the question now. This was a perfect example of a problem serving as an opportunity since we were able to enlarge two flower beds and add a third. Succulents, sand, rocks and neurotic grasses will follow.

However, look closely at the last couple of photos in this series. You will clearly see the graffiti spelling out "pork" which was not there when the sun went down yesterday. I strongly suspect that Bryce, Kusala or Salty Miss Jill were involved as the three horse people of the pork apocalypse. Since the latter two are several hundred of miles away I hope that they did not travel all the way to the Mission just to terrorize me. Since he lives in the same zip code, Bryce is currently our prime suspect. Watch out, Mr. Digdug, Junk Thief is on to you!