I’m afraid I may have made official neighborhood crazy lady status. People began to suspect me when the cat chased children down the sidewalk. They started shaking their heads the day I took my son outside to take photos of him in the fall leaves. The problem was, I was wearing my Sponge Bob Square Pants pajamas.
But I think all doubts have been removed today.
At least this time I was dressed.
I took a shower, put on jeans and a t-shirt and combed my hair.
Then I opened the curtains on a dazzling world. The 18 inches of snowfall yesterday, compounded by a thaw, then a freeze, and morning sun, had resulted in sparkling icicles dripping from the trees.
I had to shoot them. So out I went, just in my back yard, mind you. But I noticed the ice rimming the neighbor’s trees was catching the light just so. Careful not to fall on the snow packed road, I made my way across the street.
Hum, it doesn’t look so good here. I’m going to have to get into the snow to get the right angle. Just as I was contemplating the best shot, a woman drove by smiling and shaking her head.
Apparently I forgot to change out of my pink fuzzy slippers before running outside in the below freezing weather. I should have noticed the icicles forming in my still wet hair.
Worst of all, I didn’t get the shot.