There is this large, hard-to-hide, concrete N Star thing in my front yard, and apparently, it’s here to stay. To make peace with this hideous thing, I decided to plant around it. When the hostas do their job, I will not be able to see the sides of this free-art platform, and the top, I will deal with when I have more time.
I was at a yard sale last weekend and I spotted this mouse. It was in the free pile, so I popped it into my car for my mother: she likes lawn ornaments.
Home again, I decided to take Bennett for a walk. It’s never a brisk walk, because Bennett loves to check for pee mail from his friends and I, as an avid e-mailer, am completely sympathetic to his outreach enthusiasm. Around the corner on Noisy Hole Road (I kid you not) someone (and I’m assuming it was a tween or teenager) had drawn a long, thick, surprisingly realistic-looking penis.
Looking at the penis, I was thankful it wasn’t directly in front of my house. Is there such a thing as indelible chalk? Would I now have to give directions like, “take a right at the big penis, then take an immediate …”?
So instead of giving the steroidal mouse to my mother, I decided to use it on my N Star pedestal. It’s an experiment. How long will the penis-drawing people (they might not be tweens/teens, but toddlers don’t have the dexterity and adults have usually worked through street art and progressed to the privacy of Internet porn) allow such a delicious target to exist?
It’s been a solid week and he is still standing. Maybe there is a sort of code among street artists….