There is a sucker born every minute!

In February I wrote a blog about Mr. Schadenfreude. In that blog I told you how he was doing all he could to block the residents of Great Meadow Village, from using a donated shed as a designated smoking area. He had the support of some lower level bureaucrats, and all the bluster and threats that they could muster. So after a lengthy moratorium the daring residents decided on the bold course of civil anarchy. They began using the shed for it's intended purpose. They are now puffing to their hearts content. Once again proving that lower level bureaucrats are usually all bark and no bite. When they found out that the aged rebels from Great Meadow Village were taking a stand. They did what all low level bureaucrats do.That is to stick to the old stand by. Which is of course is, do nothing. And the upper level officials did not want to get involved. Simply because there was no money to be diverted.
So I decided I would go ahead, finish, and install the flower boxes that I made last spring. This being my way of being a good neighbor,while avoiding becoming a member of the tenants organization.
So as soon as the last violent nor'easter started to peter out I appealed to the smoking clique to give me a hand, panting and installing the boxes. My goal was to have them up and planted in time for Easter weekend. After all they were the one's who originally asked me if I could some how magically install four flower boxes for them, at no cost to themselves .
Now I could call them lazy bastards. But you know how I feel about motherhood .So as not to insult their mother's, I will just call them blowhards. They sit around all day expertly expounding on all subjects. They are so knowledgeable it's amazing that they are not all millionaires.
However it's a horse of a different color when you ask them to actually do something. Here is a few of their excuses. "I'm allergic to latex"-- "I'm blind in one eye"-"I've got an ingrown sex organ"- "I'm over weight". No shit Dick Tracy, you and all the rest of the blowhards.
Well with the help of Dale Brinkley, the tenant's maintenance man. I beat my dead line. The boxes are hung on the shed and planted with Pansy's. In June I will pull out the Pansy's and put in Supertunias.
So now I have a whole growing season to maintain these boxes. All The while the kibitzers will tell me that I'm doing it all wrong. And I will be wondering if P.T. Barnum was referring to me!