I’ve been waiting to put up this post for a while now because the ghetto isn’t as over-inflated and garishly lighted this year as it usually is. Personally, I blame the election. So I’ve been waiting for all the usual crap to go up, but it just isn’t happening as much this year as usual. No that I’m complaining. My sister, who lives in a normal neighborhood, and others I’ve spoken to have made the same observation.
My hood is made up of what we used to call cracker box houses. I have a feeling that term may be on THE WORD LIST with words like “retarded” these days, but I digress. Most of the houses are bit dilapidated with cheap siding covering God knows what. But no one has ever been stopped from putting lipstick on a pig.
My street ends into another cross street which is more of the same. So there is one house that you see straight ahead when driving northward on mine. That is where the Griswolds live. I’m sure astronauts make fun of it. It’s up in full effect this year which means all day long the lawn is littered with so many deflated inflatables. Then at night it lights up and perks up so that we can see the candy cane arches that cover the driveway. It is bigger every year. Banjo barks at the house until it is out of sight when we walk past it. We haven’t walked past it yet this year and my not because the forecast here in the ATL is “drizzle for the foreseeable future that may freeze at night.” Bah humbug.
As for my decorating, I finally found the thingy that goes over the top of the door to hang my wreath on. The wreath was conveniently in the hallway waiting to be put away from last year, or perhaps the year before. Today may be the day it goes up. Or not.
So are you the neighborhood Griswolds? It’s okay. I was chatting with Phaedra’s soon to be ex neighbor the other day and she told me Phaedra is using those As Seen On TV lights that you stick in your yard that make it look like it is snowing on your house. Then she confessed she had them too. Those things may make standing outside on a ladder in the snow stringing lights obsolete.
So how tacky, or dignified are you? When I grow up and get a real house, I’m going to be just like Fredrik Eklund. You should really follow him on Instagram. He’s a really good writer as well as a fabulous photographer. It’s a happy place on the mean streets of the Internet.