Saturday, March 30, at home in Arizona
After two episodes about the harrowing disappearance and subsequent recovery of Roger, we could use a post without drama or suspense. How ’bout I tell you what I see from our front porch and what I find at the thrift store . . . .
Sound good? Is that tea sweet enough for you? Okay, sit back and relax.
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Front porch sightings . . .
A boy goes by on his bike, dressed in the mandatory black. (With teenagers black is the new black.) The kid is somewhere between 12 and 14 years of age, I guess.
He coasts down the street on its downward slope, left hand on the handlebars and right hand holding a phone. Head down, he studies the phone while his bent thumb jumps up and down on it.
Wow! Texting while bicycling!
A man and a woman in their 50s or 60s stroll by with four Yorkies on-leash. She has two trotting side-by-side in front of her and he has two trotting side-by-side in front of him.
The dogs look like tugboats towing two barges.
A neighbor from the house diagonal to ours hauls out two overstuffed recliners and sets them at the curb. A short while later, a woman stops her car, looks them over, and loads one of the chairs in the back of her car with the help of the chair-giver. It isn’t long before the other chair is gone, too. Win-win!
This neighborhood will never be called pretentious, that’s for sure.
A long-haired, bearded guy roars by in his noisy pick-up. Him and his Staffordshire terrier. I see them go by regularly. The dog sits in the passenger seat, head out the window, mouth open, tongue askew. Loving his life.
Let the spit fly!
This next sighting is extraordinary. I happen to look out the dining room window to see a dapper man walking his dog. The man wears his khaki outfit and wide-brimmed hat well and carries himself with a distinguished air. Oh, I guess he’s in his 40s or so and walking alongside him is his small, white dog on a leash.
I bug out my eyes at the dog. He’s part Reggie and part Roger! No kidding! Imagine Reggie’s head on Roger’s body. Reggie’s brown ears flopped over, the same face, and Roger’s muscular body and curled tail.
The entire dog is a composite of Reggie and Roger.
I’m mesmerized. Reggie and Roger are at the fence, of course, making a big fuss. The dog pretty much ignores them, sticking close to the man. Roger is clueless, deep into bark mode. Reggie soon stops barking and stands still, staring at the dog. I think he, too, is startled by the resemblance.
The man notices the amazing similarities with Reggie and Roger. Twice, as the man walks onward with his dog, he turns with a stunned expression for another look at the crew. (Man, I’d love to have a photo of that dog to post!)
There goes Roggie! Or is it Reggor?
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Bargain, bargains, bargains . . .
I have to show you a few of my recent, thrift store purchases!
Six tee-shirts in good condition, good meaning they have no defects, they’ve been “broken in” gently, and they don’t have any writing on them. I like my tee shirts plain.
One dollar each!
As soon as I arrive home, I pop my “new” shirts into the washing machine. I haven’t tried them on yet, except for the grey one which I’m wearing as I type this. It fits just how I like a tee shirt to fit.
Next: Exactly what I need!
A garden rake for $7 and a little, wooden, garden seat for $10.
Now ten bucks may seem like a lot by my thrift standards. Not so. This garden seat is worth a lot more to me. It’s sturdy, lightweight, and cute as the dickens. It’s the perfect height for sitting when weeding, something my knees appreciate. I can easily swivel my butt, sling a leg over the end, and face the other way to weed on the other side. There are cut-outs on both sides for carrying. I love this thing!
Another great buy!
Six big pots for $2 each. Made of heavy duty plastic, which I prefer for their lightness, the top diameter of each pot is around 18 inches, and they have drain holes on the bottom.
Only one problem: What to put in them? The garden centers offer so many pretty choices!
Not needed, but fun to have around . . .
These two owls stole my heart. Despite being scraped, they are a pleasant duo. Mama stands 11 inches tall. I don’t know what they’re made of but they’re heavy and they stay where they’re put. I paid ten bucks for the pair. A bit high for me for this sort of thing, yet what price does one put on smile makers?
Oh my, that’s not a dragonfly — It’s a hovercraft!
Wing span 7 inches. She’s made of wire with plastic wings and two marbles for eyes. I attach a wire to her underside and now she hovers over the potted plants. A bit of whimsy and play for 50 cents.
Have I put you in the mood to shop?
I don’t know if I told you . . . . A while ago a guest came through the front gate and absentmindedly left it open because it was obvious Reggie and Roger were inside the house since they weren’t hurling themselves against the chain link, yapping and screaming their lungs out.
Well, I open the door to greet my guest and the two of them charge past me, and, yep, out the gate they go.
(Fortunately my alert guest catches them easily.)
Hmm . . . I should get a sign. I bet Amazon has signs.
I like this one because it has a vintage (okay, worn) look and it’s big enough to be noticed, although not as enormous as the photo makes it appear.
Here’s a link to Amazon in case you might want one, too:
Okay, that’s my sales schtick. The rest is up to you! Ha!
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