a useless Pittsburgh wormhole

You know how off Braddock, just north of 376, on the right, there's what looks like an old trolley track dead-ending downhill? I don't know what's up with the trolley track, but at the end of it, it turns out, is a pseudopod of Frick Park. The pseudopod follows Nine Mile Run, which comes out of a culvert there, and pretty much parallels 376, so it's noisy. There's one trail south of 9MR that leads to the south soccer field, and one north that's Homewood Trail --
runs along the Braddock side of the big ravine.

Is there a complete map of Frick trails? The "I feel lucky" one is not bad, but nothing like complete, and it lies in a couple of places.

I picked up a NYT, and put some frozen-batter-in-muffin-cups blueberry muffins in the oven (I love that trick), so I can have a late Sunday breakfast and spend a leisurely afternoon reading what sins my country is committing in my name. Sigh.

Or catalog my new acquisitions. Yesterday after Frick I hit the Half Price Books to the south, in Village Square, which I had never been to. I cleaned them out. The books had to wait in the car overnight, since after the bookstore I went shopping, and the groceries had higher priority to come in than the books, and no way could I lug both.

simulated poll

If I could post a poll, it would go like this:

Biweekly ((biweek)ly?) streetcleaning is
1) a valuable service provided by the city.
2) a pain in the butt.
3) both of the above.
0) neither of the above.

hermit crab

I try to move that demanding little bugger of an aloe plant off the table and it wobbles, tilts, and leaps out of its pot -- slams its naked rootball on the floor -- sprays dirt all under the couch -- giggles.

It was past time to repot it anyway.