Less than an hour ago a man walked in through our front door asking if this was a beauty salon. He seemed confused to find that no, it was the home of two astonished old people. He seemed to think he could then stand around and ask for directions.
Such are the joys of having a door painted screaming titty pink.
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Yesterday there was a street fair out front. It was the annual Fruitland Family Fun Day! We awoke to find a taco wagon set up right in front of our door - not that I was complaining,
All morning and afternoon our little historic downtown was awash in vendors booths, large, sunny families ambling around, hula hoop contests, miniature horses, a bar band blazing away, the park full of kid activities, the splash pool geysering water...and this was nice. Sun shining, sky blue.
Afterward?
You guys, everybody packed up and left, and there was not ONE thing left on the pavement.
Not ONE THING.
Not a gum wrapper, no spent shells, no turkey legs or napkins, NOTHING.
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Well enough of my ongoing culture shock. I have a whole new cookbook haul and oh my goodness have I found some doozies. My next post is going to be all about whether or not vampires can have sex and if so what happens when the guy vampire nothing but food atrocities!
See? Now you have something to look forward to.
Now I'm going to go smoke in the back stairwell. You should too.
"Screaming titty pink" is the best color description I've ever heard--hands down. Ha!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun time the town had!
ReplyDeleteAnd the guy walking in through your titty pink door must have scared you a tad.
Funny story...years ago, I went for a booty call to meet a guy at his place, and by the description of his place I went in; to find I had entered the wrong house. He had told me to go upstairs; he'd be on the bed waiting...thank heavens I didn't even get that far. I thought I was going to be shot!!!!! Needless to say, the mood was killed, and I didn't even call the guy to ask where in the hell his place exactly was. I mean my life flashed before me.
More cookbooks???!!! Just no more weenie recipes!
I'd be getting some stout locks on that door, if I were you. I can't imagine trying to usher out a deluded stranger from my home. Nor would I be entirely happy with the entire cast of Pleasantville turning up on my doorstep... Jx
ReplyDeleteNor would I be entirely happy with the entire cast of Pleasantville turning up on my doorstep.......At least before 3pm!!!!!
DeleteIt sounds like you have moved to Agatha Christie's as quaint village of St. Mary Mead.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to what gems of cookery books you have managed to find.
If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine
Pip pip
I'm glad that you are cautiously enjoying your new abode!
ReplyDeleteHave you thought about setting yourself up as a beauty salon???
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A street fair and no litter??? Please, check your shoes (and the paving on the road-is it yellow brick?) in case you've been whisked off to OZ.
ReplyDeleteWow wee! What a ride! I just caught up on the last three posts. You know they don't litter because in a small town you'll never live it down if you do. So, you are literally in the heart of city center. I don't know if I could do that, but I can also see it having advantages. Your abode was probably a beauty salon twenty years ago, or maybe pink doors are synonymous with beauty salons in this man's mind. You can do one of two things, either keep that door locked, even when home and/or get a sign that says 'Private Residence' in black on a gold plate.
ReplyDeleteI'm so enjoying hearing about all the differences of living where you have moved to, no litter after an Event? We just had the Charlie Kirk Memorial Hosted in Glendale, since he was Local, and the Stadium was where they were having it and the Prez flew in to Luke AFB nearby, and the Attendees literally TRASHED around the Stadium and surrounding Residential Communities, it was atrocious, needed Bulldozers to clear it away!!! Don't know I'd like Randos just walking into our Home, however Polite and confused they were... it's unsettling.
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