Blue, Orange, and Dirty
Sarah and I don’t enjoy drawing attention to ourselves, but it doesn’t matter. In our neighborhood, we’re famous.
In the evenings, our neighborhood often has a warm, orange glow. This is a result of the paint color I chose for our front room. Cars slow as they pass, mothers point, and someday I will break down and scrawl “I THOUGHT IT WAS TERRA COTTA” on the front windows.
Heeding the lesson taught by The Orange, I recently selected a sedate-yet-sophisticated gray for our exterior. Only, the gray’s “blueish tint” ended up being somewhat less subtle than I had anticipated, so to speak, so for a day this spring our house was Wet Smurf Blue.* (True story: A neighbor lady was driving by our so-blue-it-makes-the-sky-look-dirty house when she laid on her brakes, mouth agape, in shock. When she noticed Sarah standing in the yard, she sniped “Nice job,” and drove off. )
Our latest claim to fame is a pile of dirt. When I ordered some sod and sod-friendly dirt a few weeks ago, the supply folks took the square footage of my yard and consulted their charts, calculators, and bottomless expertise to determine the amount of material I would need. They delivered the piles of brown sod and brown dirt for a mere $50 and, after a long, hot weekend of back-breaking labor, I found myself short six rolls on the brown sod, and long eight cubic whatevers on the brown dirt.
I wasn’t worried, at first. With all the landscaping we’re doing, I figured we could use some good dirt. But after covering every landscape-able surface with five inches of the brown nobility, there remains a grizzly-sized heap in the street.
Our neighbors, naturally, are stressed. Given our track record, they’re probably worried that the big brown pile is a new “feature.” As in, The Orange Room People’s Sandbox Gone Horribly Wrong. But it’s not. It’s not a feature.
It’s just a pile of dirt that is never, ever going away.
* The oft-uttered exclamation “What the smurf?!” will never be more appropriate than that day, so I’ve pretty much stopped using it.