Monday, March 22, 2010
Beautifying My Home, One Dump Load At A Time
Yes, that IS a ginormous (possibly Pooh) bear hanging from my clothesline. Why do you ask?
And please, DON'T ask.
Let me just say that it is a result of Mr. Moon making a trash run. We find such fun things at the dump. This bear is wearing camo and has binoculars around his neck. I think perhaps Mr. Moon thought that Owen might get a kick out of the beast but of course, even I would not give my grandson something acquired at the dump without a thorough washing, plus, it would scare the holy hell out of him. And of course he would not fit in a washing machine. Not the sort of washing machine one might have in one's home.
So I said, "Hang him on the line." I suppose I was thinking that a few days of rain and then sun might sterilize the poor, dumped bear.
Or at least, give me a few days to try and figure out what the hell to do with it.
Kathleen was here when Mr. Moon brought it home. We both almost fell out of our chairs, laughing. Buster proceeded to bark at its butt frantically.
"Good dog," Kathleen said.
So that is what my back yard looks like today in Lloyd, Florida. I am about to leave the property, though, to go get Lily and Owen. We are going to Target. Be still my heart. Owen AND Target? At the same time?
I think that might be the very opposite of having a giant birdwatching or hunting bear hanging from my clothesline.
Which is to say- divine.
So is this:
Happy Monday, y'all.