This post isn't really about Christmas, but I've started up my carol practising with my sister. We're planning on a Silent Night piano duet this year.... we've been practising for a while because neither of us are really great piano players. (She's better than me, but whatever, let's not get into it.)
Actually, I had a funny little anecdote about Halloween, and since it's Halloween, I thought I'd write it today. Also, I just want to say that I don't really do Halloween. I've never done it, I don't dress up, I've never gone out for candy, and I honestly don't really care. I think one time I was a "rockstar" because Gina told people I was... Plus, I wear a cool leather jacket.
Anyway, back to my story... But first a picture, to illustrate to you what the rosebush in our front our house looks like. The roses looks great in full bloom, but by October, it's pretty much survival of the fittest. A few are still blooming as you can see, but the rest of it is just all tall, straggly, thorny stems that are literally taller than I am.
So anyway, I wanted to pla
nt some curly sue tulips this fall, hoping against all hope that they would actually bloom in the spring. But then there were these ugly, half-eaten hostas in the garden, so my mom was all like, "Dig up the hostas, and put your bulbs there."
So out I go to dig away at those icky, leafy plants (I've never liked hostas), but on this side of the garden, as you can see, there were some lethal rose bush stems in my way. In my way. I wanted to tie them back, and the only string I could find anywhere in the house was this neon pink stuff that I had to (very carefully) wrap around the stems and through the trelis behind it.
Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant. I really don't like sharp things. But as they say in Italy, "Non c'รจ roza senza spine."
Okay, so I dug up the stupid plants, but I didn't get enough time that day to actually plant my bulbs. But then it was rainy and too cold the next couple days, and I kinda just left that pink string there, so I wouldn't have to redo it when I was ready to plant things.
I finally did get around to planting the bulbs. And then my dad told me that he saw a group of little kids come right up to our house the other day. They kind of just stood there and stared at our "decorations" probably trying to figure out what exactly it was. (Oh, if only they knew...) In case you're wondering what this must have looked like through their eyes...
"What do you think it is?"
"Obviously someone being hanged."
"In neon pink?"
"A dead fashionista, probably."
"Creepy."
Add that to the creepy dead greenery, and you got yourselves some accidental Halloween decorations, sure to please and confound the common kindergartener.
Anyway... be safe out there kids. Some people are creeps. And some people are just lazy, and don't take the random string off their rosebushes or clean up their dead plants.
...
It did eventually all get clean up, in case you were wondering.
All is calm, all is bright.
Actually, I had a funny little anecdote about Halloween, and since it's Halloween, I thought I'd write it today. Also, I just want to say that I don't really do Halloween. I've never done it, I don't dress up, I've never gone out for candy, and I honestly don't really care. I think one time I was a "rockstar" because Gina told people I was... Plus, I wear a cool leather jacket.
Anyway, back to my story... But first a picture, to illustrate to you what the rosebush in our front our house looks like. The roses looks great in full bloom, but by October, it's pretty much survival of the fittest. A few are still blooming as you can see, but the rest of it is just all tall, straggly, thorny stems that are literally taller than I am.
So anyway, I wanted to pla
nt some curly sue tulips this fall, hoping against all hope that they would actually bloom in the spring. But then there were these ugly, half-eaten hostas in the garden, so my mom was all like, "Dig up the hostas, and put your bulbs there."So out I go to dig away at those icky, leafy plants (I've never liked hostas), but on this side of the garden, as you can see, there were some lethal rose bush stems in my way. In my way. I wanted to tie them back, and the only string I could find anywhere in the house was this neon pink stuff that I had to (very carefully) wrap around the stems and through the trelis behind it.
Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant. I really don't like sharp things. But as they say in Italy, "Non c'รจ roza senza spine."
Okay, so I dug up the stupid plants, but I didn't get enough time that day to actually plant my bulbs. But then it was rainy and too cold the next couple days, and I kinda just left that pink string there, so I wouldn't have to redo it when I was ready to plant things.
I finally did get around to planting the bulbs. And then my dad told me that he saw a group of little kids come right up to our house the other day. They kind of just stood there and stared at our "decorations" probably trying to figure out what exactly it was. (Oh, if only they knew...) In case you're wondering what this must have looked like through their eyes...
"What do you think it is?""Obviously someone being hanged."
"In neon pink?"
"A dead fashionista, probably."
"Creepy."
Add that to the creepy dead greenery, and you got yourselves some accidental Halloween decorations, sure to please and confound the common kindergartener.
Anyway... be safe out there kids. Some people are creeps. And some people are just lazy, and don't take the random string off their rosebushes or clean up their dead plants.
...
It did eventually all get clean up, in case you were wondering.
All is calm, all is bright.
2 comments:
Let's go with dead fashionista for this one.
BTW my piano playing is no better than yours.
This just made my day, I laughed really hard. <3
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