There’s been some weird stuff happening at Casa River lately and I think it needs to be shared…. if only to prove I’m not crazy.
First it was the weird giant watermelon slice that threatened to swallow my husband whole while he was working on the garage.
I know what you’re thinking… a reflection of sunlight.
But then there’s the bird bath.
I dutifully wash and fill it with fresh water every other day. (Hey, did you see the birds on those lines? I’m not taking any chances.)
Someone… (or something) …. is peeing in my bird bath.
Okay, it’s a bath. For birds. And when birds hit water? Yes, they poo… that’s a given.
But in the 17 years I’ve been caring for this one, no one has ever peed in it. Now? It’s happening every day.
And if you’re thinking you can explain it with some out of season tree pollen or a sneaky garden gnome with a dye packet…. then take a crack at this one:
I’d finished painting the new garage door, and since I always wear as much as whatever I’m painting…. ( I do. I really do. You can look at my work clothes on any given day, point and say Porch. Deck. Barn. Shutters etc. It’s pathetic but true. Come to think of it, maybe that’s not grey in my hair after all but leftover paint! Yes. I’m going with that.) …. when I was done I thought I’d take a picture and post something funny on FB.
But every picture I took?
All 10 of them?
Had that eerie ghostly outline.
No other pictures, no moisture on the lens, just my hands.
Oh, stuff it Rod.
No one asked you.