This garden sign is posted at the entrance to a garden that grows absolutely nothing. I think the bugs ate it all. Weird, or ironic?
I really wanted to take a picture of the pet bird that meows every morning or the dog that walks himself (he carries his leash in his mouth), but I got no further than our garage this afternoon. After thinking about the meaning of the word "weird", I settled on the definition "departure from normal", and I decided we are about the weirdest people in our neighborhood. What makes us weird?, you may ask if you don't know us. Short list:
1. We have four tap handles on the side of the refrigerator in our garage, and instead of neighbors coming over to ask for a cup of sugar, they come over asking for a pint of beer.
2. We garden in our front yard.
3. We homeschool, which is not weird in itself, but it definitely departs from the norm in our neighborhood.
4. We have had a mop on our roof for several months, which was left by my husband after he cleaned our solar panels. This is better than the pair of underwear that was in our tree all summer (thanks Marjorie for getting them down, though I don't know how they got there in the first place).
I have a theory that there is no such thing as a normal person, that all people are weird, and therefore weird is normal, but I might just be trying to make myself feel better. I don't mind being different, and I really can't help it after all. Our friends and neighbors don't seem to mind either, especially after they've had a pint. We have pumpkin beer on tap right now, which is much better than the potato beer we had a few years back. Weird, or gross?