A cabbie’s life, treacherous bike riding, RVs are some people’s heaven, the trolley at night, big rigs near Rosecrans, why we drive freeways, a bus driver’s day, and this skateboarder knows San Diego
Various Authors 4:09 p.m., May 27
The rogue gladiolas that pop up in the middle of nowhere. Every year I dig them up and move them into a group in the corner, but there’s always a few that escape. I’m beginning to think all the plants move around during the night.
Those in bigger pots just within the rims, those in smaller pots trying to tip them over or move so they have a new outlook, perhaps more sun.
I need to get out there and weed and do some planting. I am going to go to that place to get some soil next weekend to supplement my garden soil - not in a bag, but with a shovel and old trash can.