My stepford house alarm went off twice when we were in the Bahamas not enjoying (or vicariously not enjoying) shark bites and foot/toe/general health deterioration last month. This was especially weird to me because my house alarm never goes off unless one of the kids does something. The alarm went off again today and when I came home a patio door was open! And the police had been here! And they had noticed the open patio door and then left the patio door open!! I think the house is being stalked and there was an attempted entry. For real. Not kidding. We are battened down and armed tonight! ALL OF US ARE GOING TO BED WITH WEAPONS. Also, what kind of idiot tried to break into a house that is for sale? Why wouldn't they realize that all the valuables have been locked in the safe or cleverly hidden? Is there a moron thief out there that thinks I'd leave money and jewels out to entice a house buyer? WTF?? Next stop for me just might be a video surveillance system. If someone is poking around here I want their picture for the evening news.
Coincidentally, the utopian house alarm has been going off like crazy too. Hello? Reality? Where are you? Could it be possible that both of my houses are under siege at the same time? Even I can't let my thoughts go down that road.
OMG! I have nowhere to hide!!
Other than a creepy feeling that we are being watched (shades down!) (windows locked) today was a rather nice day. I found a dead blue jay. It was just exquisite. I love the results from that shoot. I haven't finished editing them yet. I drove past the dead blue jay, which was lying near a triangle at a busy intersection, and declared "I'm going back for that one!", which I did, only I did it with a plastic bag around my hand, grabbed the blue jay and took it home to my nice safe backyard where I photographed it out of harm's way.
Speaking of out of harm's way, I am currently thinking up all kinds of ideas on removing my photo subjects from their heavy traffic locations and finding safer places to shoot. Obviously I can't do that with not fresh subjects or a deer or even a raccoon cause it's not like I have a hazmat suit to carry it with, but I was wondering where the road crews take the bodies and seeing if there is someway I can be waiting with some kind of shooting table. Can you imagine what the road crew would think of me? O-M-G !!!
I'm laughing just thinking about it.
For some strange reason I am re-inundated with my native New Yorker desire to dress all in black. The husband always just looooved to bust my chops and call me Wayne Newton when I do (or did), and slowly the past few years I have been lightening up my wardrobe but right now, this month, currently, I want to cloak myself in the blackest of blacks from head to toe and go into hide mode. I want to look like a ninja. I really do. I thought I was so over my favorite all time invisibility color that last summer I decided to toss any slightly spotted garment I own in to the charity bag. My current summer wardrobe is bright and sunny. It hurts. So I cruised into Marshalls today and was very excited to see a couple of my favorite designer's tops there. I fell for them, but they aren't black. Now I have new not black clothes. I'm too tired to think clearly.
I'm just going to snuggle up to my weapon and catch a few ZZZZs.
Argh, stay safe! This is the sort of thing you'd expect here, where we have to live in semi-fortresses and the possibility of being raped/attacked/robbed is always at the back of your mind ... not over there in safe civilization.
I definitely go through black phases as well!
Posted by: Pippa | May 27, 2011 at 12:34 AM