Judgment Day

Today is Judgment Day, but don’t panic — because I’m not referring to God’s Final Judgment Day. Instead, this is Judgment Day for the Patio Decorating Contest.

Lots of little ho hum displays have popped up during the week — one just yesterday when Nurse Ratched’s mom, who still lives here, decorated her patio.

Casino Lady — who lives above Jan, the rock painting resident, and who hasn't been mentioned in the blog for over two/three years, got her display up.

Red Light District (RLD) has once again upped her game by adding Christmas music to her display and turning the lights of her display on during the day.

The wind was blowing so hard when I headed out to the Pain Cave this morning, that I had to pause, brace myself against the wind to keep from being blown over, and I'm not a small woman.

Blowing so hard that RLD's blow up Santa and Company were taking a beating, and her doormat ended up out onto the walkway.

So hard that, when I returned from the Pain Cave, she'd momentarily given up and let the air out of Santa and Company. The trio was once again flat on their faces, to keep them from being blown away, and the Christmas music was off.

Taking the long way out of the complex this morning, I spotted a few other so so patios.

I also saw the mysterious patio, with the tarp, had been unveiled.

So THAT was the game all along ... to keep things under wrap and have the big reveal on Judgment Day.

Whatdoyathink?

Was it worth the wait?

I think it might place.

I don’t know if the Tyrant will be walking around today, taking photos to choose from. The windy weather is prohibitive, so he may wait until Monday.

At any rate, we shall see what we shall see when we see insofar as who wins, who places, who shows.

Heading to the drugstore yesterday, to pick up a refill for my Brita system, it occurred to me that the market, only two doors down, might have refills in stock, which would give me another opportunity to hunt for the elf. 

The market did indeed stock refills and, after once around the perimeters, I spotted Ginger the Elf.

At the check stand there was the usual question, "Did you find everything you were looking for?".

"I did indeed. I also found the elf", said I.

Both the cashier and bag girl simultaneously responded excitedly, "Where … Where is she!?"

"Over there (pointing). On top of ice cream".

"Oh, I see."

"You two don’t know where she is?", asked I.

"They don’t tell us".

That’s interesting. I didn’t think until later to have asked who does know … who is in charge of hiding the elf, but I’m guessing one of the managers.

After pointing out the elf to the two, the cashier then asked, "Do you want the reward?"

I started to say no thanks, but then I remembered blogging buddy Mike had asked about the reward. So here you go Mike ….

Bite-Sized Candy Cane

I also found the Elf the previous day, on Wednesday, when I popped into the market after working out.

The first time I found the elf, she was getting drunk on eggnog. Now, here she was looking tipsy, hanging off a cardboard advent display in the Liquor Department.

I’m beginning to suspect my hometown elf is an alcoholic.