Sunday, October 31, 2010

Out of Place

Over the past weeks and months spent preparing for Lukas and Denise's wedding, Sam and I spent a lot of time moving stuff from one place to another. So much so, that this conversation was repeated more times than I care to think about.
"So, what did you do today?"
"I moved s*#t around. What did you do today?"
"I moved s*#t around."
"Do you think we'll ever have our s*#t where it belongs?"
"Not in this lifetime."

In all of this cleaning, clearing, decorating, undecorating, entertaining and memory-making, a few things were bound to be out of place. Some of them were placed (or misplaced) by human hands, and the rest, well, just looked weird.

It took 2 days to find my toothpaste
 Then I found this blackberry charger in a bag with some beef sticks in the downstairs frig

I am ashamed to admit it, but a full 2 weeks passed before I noticed this one

Yes, that's a gallon jar of barbeque sauce from the groom's dinner. It may still be there. Maybe the coyotes have carried it off and are enjoying it.

I planted this brown-eyed susan vine in June. 2 days before a killing frost, it finally decided to bloom

I missed cutting back this hosta bloom and here's what happened

Not exactly the fall scene I was going for but this is what happens with October temps in the 70s
 OK, here's a photo I'm going to stick in here now, just because I love it. It makes me laugh every time I look at it. And is a tiny snapshot of how hard everyone worked to set up for the wedding. This is my brother-in-law Gary carefully guarding the sound equipment.

A few days ago I came home and found this in my bedroom. That's our dog Gus's blanket and pillow on my side of the bed. And a deer antler.
Gus is a 24 lb 13 1/2 year old, deaf Lhasa Apso. He maneuvered this antler through our TWO doggie doors.
 After all that, I felt really bad taking it away from him.

Then, Tuesday night, I received the following photo on my phone

with the message, "Hi, Mom."

You'll have to ask Addie about that one. 

Thanks for dropping by. I'd love to hear your "out of place" stories. It's lonely here in crazy-town.