Octopus' Garden

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

WITH TWO CATS IN THE YARD / LIFE USED TO BE SO HARD . . .

The Rotary Dial Phone Has a Bandage (or is it a Diaper?) Made of Masking Tape!


A Mysterious Collection of Plastic Caps Atop the Arthritic Refrigerator which Makes Strange Noises and Which, My Parents Keep Pointing Out with Weird Glee, is Older Than I Am!


Note on the Cupboards by the Stove


Kitchen


Dining Room




Living Room




My Old Bedroom, Which Has Since Been INVADED by Hoarding Geriatric Aliens, and Which I am FORBIDDEN to Enter - FYI: Am Going Straight to Hell for Posting this on the Internets


More of Artichoke Heart as a Wee Thistle


View from the Back Porch (I used to spy on our neighbors with my pirate's telescope - the guy in this house liked to walk around at night in his underwear!)
posted by Artichoke Heart at 11:58 PM

11 Comments:

Thanks for the tour! And about the bedroom--it's books, so who's to object to the towering stacks? I liked most the photo with the baton--ta da! I hope you're having a great time.
Blogger JN, at 7:32 AM  
I, too, am most intrigued by the Hoarding Station, but have a few non-book-related questions:

1. Who are the men in the wall photo?
2. Is the photo from your time there?
3. Is that an exercise bike?
Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:02 AM  
How much do I love the diapered rotary phone!

These are so great.
Blogger Lu, at 1:10 PM  
And now we have proof...you've *always* been gorgeous! ;-)

Thanks for sharing!
Blogger mahnu.uterna, at 3:35 PM  
I'll chime in with a "Here Here" on the photo tour!

I am most impressed by the precariously balanced stack of books on the exercise bike seat. It's like some sort of mysterious cairn...

And who's the swimmer? That's quite a trophy collection!
Blogger MJ, at 7:40 PM  
Thanks, everyone!

Anon: Yes, the Hoarding Station is intriguing indeed, is it not? Also? It is one of multiple hoarding stations contained within the house. Multiple. To answer your questions, the picture is, I believe, of shady characters from the Wild West. (I am somewhat unsure, as an avalanche began to take place behind me while I was taking pictures -- I'm not making this up -- and I had to hightail it out of there while I could still shut the door behind me.) It is not extant from my tenure in the bedroom, however. And yes, that is an exercise bike embedded in the center of the Hoarding Station, draped with plastic bags filled with mysterious items!

MJ: Those would my swim trophies, circa 1977. Yeah, baby!
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 12:12 AM  
I am also slightly flummoxed by the postal scale encased in plastic.
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 3:23 AM  
I do so adore a nice baton-twirler. Great pics, and I promise not to tell your JM that you showed her freakish hoarding tendencies to the Internets.
Blogger Shelley T, at 7:42 PM  
Thank you for the tour! I wish I had such photos of the house where I grew up. Unfortunately, my parents have moved, like, eleventy times since then. I love the way the sun catches that tree in the last photo (against the sky and of course the telephone wires!).

I can't decide if I like tiny graduate AH, or baton-twirling AH best. Suffice to say - as has been said above - it seems you've always been cute!
Blogger anne, at 11:25 AM  
Aw . . . thanks, Anne! And yes, I was definitely attempting to capture the strange gold light the sunset was casting on the tree/telephone wire in that last pic. And also yes . . . I feel very glad/lucky to be able to record my childhood home in this manner at this juncture in my life.
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 4:12 PM  
I love all the pictures, especially the gold branches against the blue sky. Thanks for sharing how such an extraordinary individual came from most natural and modest beginnings...
Anonymous caroline@carolinehong.net, at 12:38 AM  

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