Fresh Fruit Tart and Mowing the Lawn

Would you like a piece of this frightfully fruity fresh fruit tart? Bet you would.
Full of vitamins and antioxidants, it's just soooo good for you. Something tells me it will be gone in minutes.

Temperatures have been all the way up to 92 degrees. That's Fahrenheit, not centigrade, in case you are alarmed that we may not survive such ridiculously high temperatures. But, it's still definitely hot, even in Fahrenheit.

Seems just about everybody is cutting their grass. That happens in the suburbs. One person gets the lawn mower out, and the next thing other neighbours are out zooming around manicuring their lawns as well. The grass is always greener on the other side, isn't it? So, we all need to keep our grass trimmed, fertilized and really, really green!

Five things to do instead of cutting the grass:

1. Go back to bed and take a nice long nap. Maybe you'll dream about cutting the grass.

2. Peek outside at the neighbours who are mowing their lawns. Pretend they are really mowing your lawn.

3. Check to see if your lawn mower needs fuel. You never know, maybe there isn't any gas left. Great excuse for not mowing the lawn!

4. Check the weather forecast. Gosh, those huge rain showers out in California could be here in the east coast really soon.

5. Have a slice of this frightfully fruity frest fruit tart. Yum. Yum.

Which would you prefer to do? Mow the lawn or partake of this delicious tart?

What Mirage and What is Surreal?

It's been ever so hot and humid here in the suburbs. Sweat drips and drips and ice cream melts on the driveway. Even the planes seem to have stopped flying. Now, that is almost surreal. We're near a major airport and we hear airplanes taking off on a regular basis. I haven't heard any airplane today at all. Where are they all?!

Perhaps the heat is making me hard of hearing, as well as making me slide across the room!

I was up at the local shopping center earlier today, trying to look tall, slim and tanned as I pretended that the heat didn't bother me one bit. There, on display outside of one of the stores, were scarecrows. At first I thought it was a mirage. Yep, guess it's time to get ready for Halloween? It's still the month of August. Don't you think it's a teeny wee bit early to have Halloween stuffy stuff in the shops?




Halloween in August? Soon there will be Christmas stuff in the shops!

End of a Bush, a Mailbox and a Road Sign

Life here in the suburbs has been just too exciting for words. The other night I heard a strange noise. Burglar? Surely not. Not here, where nothing ever happens. I wasn't too concerned about an intruder as the noise was somewhere outside. Next day, first thing in the morning, lo and behold I noticed something really odd about the bush out front and the mailbox. There was no mailbox! And the bush had been damaged quite badly. There were tire marks on the front lawn and, upon closer scrutiny, I spied the remains of the mailbox scattered on our next door neighbour's yard. Not only that, the road sign out front was lying flat on its back. Golleee. Am I a Sherlock Holmes, or what?



Unfortunately, I hadn't brushed my teeth, nor washed, nor basically performed any ablution. At least I did have on clothes and not just night attire! Just then a neighbour drove by in his car and stopped.

"Hi! Good morning!!" Yikes! I can't stand people who are cheery first thing in the morning.
"Hi." I managed a plaintive smile along with the plaintive 'hi'.
"What happened here?"
I backed away, hand covering my mouth. I really couldn't be bothered answering, especially since I hadn't brushed my teeth.
"Have a nice day!" he yelled with a great big wave as he drove away.
Just as I was about to go back inside another neighbour miraculously appeared. Fortunately, it was just his head that appeared. You see, he had opened his window and was peering out it of it. "I heard a noise last night. I sure did. Didn't I?"

I assumed he was talking to his wife. Of course, maybe he was talking to himself. Strange things can happen in the suburbs.

Anyone else want to see me in this state of disarray?! I waved as merrily as I could to the neighbour hanging out of his window and decided I better call the police. After all, they'd want to investigate the squashing of the road sign. Thinking that the police would take for ever to turn up, I decided to make myself a coffee. Oops. I should have spent the time getting cleaned up. In just two minutes the police arrived and there was I outside again, looking as if I had been dragged through a bush. No pun intended.

All of this before seven a.m. And we never have found out who lost control of his or her car and smashed the bush, the mailbox and the road sign.

Now, where's the best place to buy a new mailbox? And how easy will it be to install? Hmmm.