A Dr. Suess Kind of Day

FringeMan just returned after two weeks on the road.  I haven’t said anything, mainly because of all the blog stalking serial killers out there in url land.

What?  You didn’t know about them?

Oh, yes.  They are so real they live in our little blogger brains.  It’s called imaginative overload.  Before long you’ll be susceptible as well.

Before he left, FringeMan installed a new lock on our back door and I carried on as if he were hiding in the attic day after day.  Rumors of a bad guy attempting to break into my neighbor’s house drifted through the neighborhood, but I didn’t give it thought.  It all sounded suspicious to me.

I’m a professional private investigator you know.

What?  You didn’t know that either?

Oh, yes.  It began with Magnum P.I. and a book on picking locks.  Before my parents could worry, I was stalking the neighborhood, convinced the corner house was laundering money.  Turns out I wasn’t completely wrong.  The day the police staked out their house and took it by force may have been one of the proudest moments of my childhood.  I stood in the street, jumping up and down in circles, screaming, “I told you!  I told you!”

I think the laundry was full of drugs and not money, but still, I knew they were up to no good.

That’s why I played smooth these last two weeks.  Nobody would even miss FringeMan’s presence around town.  I was on the job, covering up for my elusive main squeeze.

Until Sunday.

Snow fell fast and furious Friday afternoon.  We didn’t see the sky until late Saturday morning, but then a strange climatic weather condition occurred.  Winter turned into late spring.  By Sunday afternoon the entire town was drawn from their musty homes.  It was sixty-five and sunny.  Traces of snow lurked in the shadows along with serial killers and would-be burglars.  It was a Dr. Seuss kind of day.

Dogs walked their owners

Children squealed while painting themselves with mud.

Geese flew overhead in v-patterns, frantic to get back to Canada.

Chubby women walked.

Hope ruled the world, even if just for one better than usual afternoon.

I sat on my front steps finishing the third book of The Hunger Games.  My son’s former teacher stopped by for a chat, the neighbors brought their puppy over, and every other walker yelled out “When does your husband come home?”

Gracious me.  The serial killers!  Didn’t you see them hiding behind that snow mound?  Or maybe it was behind that url.  I’m so mixed up.  Maybe it’s the snow one day and shorts the next, but I suspect it’s just an affliction I’ll battle the rest of my little life.  Imagination.

Comments

  1. says

    Looks like you’re not alone–I never tell anyone when Mike’s working nights for the same reason. Last time my husband equipped me with two guns, a box and a half of ammo, and a hammer for bludgeoning, just in case. You can never be too careful.

    What did you think of the Hunger Games series? Yay? Nay? I finished the third one several weeks ago, but haven’t made up my mnd up about it enough yet to post about it.

    • says

      I enjoyed The Hunger Games series much more than I anticipated. The first book is my favorite. The story really got stuck in my head, because I’ve been dreaming about the Games all week. I don’t think I’m winning in my dreams. ;-)

    • says

      I did enjoy it. The very end felt a bit rushed to me, like the author was trying to wrap things up as quickly as possible, but it was a great series. I enjoyed the story. It left me with something to keep thinking about, especially since my son is now reading the books and wants to talk about “what if” all the time.

  2. says

    I’m glad to see I’m not the only one with an overactive imagination! I can convince myself of anything. I always find myself sort of drawn to those ghost hunter type shows, but if I watch even five minutes of one the chair piled with laundry in our bedroom suddenly becomes a sinister apparition! :-) Oh well…I hope you’re enjoying your Spring. It’s just gorgeous here in MO. We’ve really had no winter this year–could be a long hot summer filled with lots of bugs!! Which HG books is your favorite? I LOVED Catching Fire.

    • says

      Sara, I think I like the first book the best, probably because it was all new and fresh. I enjoyed all three though. So far spring has been lovely, extremely early, but nice just the same.

  3. Windy Taylor says

    I did this last night! I was going to post on FB how much I was enjoying my Thai take-out and yoga all by myself, but IF I POST THAT THE SERIAL KILLERS WILL GET ME. And then I dreamed that someone broke into the house for the purpose of letting the cat and dog out of the sunroom to annoy me. So, all in all, I’m a disaster at being alone.

  4. says

    I so do the same thing. I never mention a trip until after it’s over. Unless I’ve got kids left at home. Maybe I’m hoping someone will actually come and take one of the boys–except they’d bring them back pretty quick.

  5. says

    With that active imagination of yours, you could be twins with my mom. She worries endlessly about The Great Risks of Blogging. Mostly, she bites her tongue.

    • says

      I guess moms never stop worrying about their kids, huh? Generally I am not paranoid about my blog; however, after I got a reprimanding once from a woman at church for letting the entire world know our house was sitting empty for two weeks, I think twice.

  6. says

    Hahahaha I’m the same way! I usually don’t announce to the blogosphere that the Hubs is away until he’s back. You’ve gotta stay safe, you know! lol

  7. abozza says

    LOLOL…On Monday night, our doorbell rang at 8:30. We were already in bed, my hubby already asleep. I heard the doorbell and started shaking him saying “Wake up! Wake up! Someone is at the door!” It took him about a minute to wake up. Then he looked at me and said, “Why didn’t you answer it?” I said, “It’s so late!” He said, “It’s 8:30! It’s not late at all!” I made him get up and go see, and by then (7 minutes later) there was no one there. Could have been the wind, an electrical issue, or a neighbor stopping by, but in my mind it was a serial killer. Good times. Good times.

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