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    Sunday, July 10, 2011

    Let Me be the First to Reassure You

    I know we’re not supposed to worry about what the neighbors think. But I’m pretty sure that advice applies to comparisons over whose grass is greener and whose car is nicer and whose kid is smartest.

    For a little over a week now I’ve become increasingly concerned about what our neighbors think of my husband’s latest construction project—an elaborate turtle habitat for Roger and Molly.


    I feel compelled to knock on the doors of the folks living near us and explain to them that he is NOT building a coffin in our garage, and that every member of the family is still very much alive.

    Furthermore, this is not a sleep-during-daylight-on-your-home-soil type of situation. We all drink Coke Zero not blood, and with the possible exception of a questionable bag of sweet potatoes, we are not undead.


    However, knocking on people’s doors to tell them the above information might be termed “fishy” or “disturbing” or “wacko,” so I really think in this case a sign would be a good idea. Something in a nice friendly font that reads: We’re alive and kicking! How ‘bout you?

    Or maybe just an informational notice: Turtle habitat under construction. It is NOT a coffin.

    Or, the very subtle: No, no vampires live here. Not a one. Thanks for asking.

    I’m thinking that to make it look not quite so weird, we could put some other signs out. You’ve probably noticed the trend among roofing companies and landscapers of putting signs in yards that say: Another Quality Job by Nail in Your Foot Construction. Well, we could make a couple of those signs and stick them out there to camouflage my attempt at reassuring passersby that hubby hasn’t gone off the deep end.

    Then again, he has been working a lot of overtime lately. And there’s the talking to himself, the lab experiments in the basement, the strange smell from the closet. And, of course, the sweet potatoes that seem to be forming their own civilization.

    All coincidence, I’m sure. At least he hasn’t asked me to climb inside and lay down so he could check his measurements.

    You’ll be glad to know that Kory’s team made their deadline last Friday and now we have a week off to relax, have some family fun, and build whatever pet habitats we please. If you drive by and see a crypt in the front yard, just keep going and don’t worry. The boys have been asking for a pet zombie.

    7 comments:

    Daphne said...

    Why can't the coffin go in the back yard?

    Jeanne T said...

    I'd say keep the garage door closed, but I suppose it might get hot enough to cause something to die, and hence need a coffin...or maybe not. :) Love your humor, Evangeline!

    Amy (ArtsyBookishGal) said...

    Awwww...a turtle habitat! I love it!

    Beth K. Vogt said...

    Me thinks thou dost protest to much . . .

    Donita K. Paul said...

    The turtles are actually fun to watch. My question is, why didn't he make it out of plexi-glass so we can see them without peeking in the windows. Now that brings up a whole 'nuther bunch of questions. Coffins with windows? Peeking toms with abnormal interest in turtle sleeping, eating, etc.

    Jessica Thomas said...

    Ah, just make them wonder. :) I approve of the turtle house. Reptiles are fun. Though not very fun loving.

    Donita K. Paul said...

    The turtles were left in my care while the family went on vacation. So, I discovered that they actually liked me to be in the room. I went up to watch a movie on the fancy TV, and they came out from hiding to watch me. Who would have thought they'd missed their humans?
    I already have a grandkitty from my son's family. By accepting the role of grandma to a cat, have I unwittingly agreed to be grandsomething to all the pets? I'm saying right here and now, for the record, I will not include snakes!

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