Interpret This Photograph

This is an old house that sits behind the store I showed yesterday. It may be hard to believe, but I promise you that is the actual, true color of the shutters. I did nothing to enhance or change the original photo, namely because I have no idea how to, nor do I particularly have any interest to, especially since I don't know how to. And so on. And so on.

Let's keep it brief today and play another one of Chesapeake Bay Woman's favorite games: Interpret That Photograph. Or Interpret This Photograph. Or Interpret Something..

I'll start:

The brilliantly colored shutters frame the windows of a tired, old house. If we apply this to people, it could mean that even though someone is old and decrepit, they still have life, they still have spunk, and if you look close enough they just might surprise you with something completely unexpected.

Or, the shutters don't match the house; they don't really belong. You could say someone was trying to make it something it is not.

Or, don't judge a book by its cover. Just because this house looks old doesn't mean there isn't any spunk, personality or life left in it. Do you see how I repeat myself? Didn't I just say this two paragraphs up? I even used the same word,"spunk." I'm nothing if not redundant.

Or, the shutters are beckoning you to look inside those windows. The exterior appears dead, but the color surrounding the windows represents life on the inside. We don't know what's there, but we are being asked to look.

The End.

What do you see (besides a picture that seems to be crooked and off center thanks to my self-taught photography skills and an impatient mother waiting in the car while her daughter kept pulling off on the side of the road to take pictures)?

Saturday

This is a picture I took about a week or so ago on my way to a soccer tournament in a neighboring county. It's an old gas station, and there's a beautiful old house and another storage building in back of it. The day I took this was the same day I met Big Hair Envy, who doesn't live too terribly far away.

I am writing this on Halloween Friday to be posted on Saturday. Let me make a few predictions and statements about the next 24 hours:

1. If Chesapeake Bay Woman survives trick or treating with her children, she will then proceed to a costume party at Sandpiper Reef Restaurant. By the way, the effort, logistics and stamina required to accomplish these tasks alone are staggering. Sounds easy, but it's about as easy as quantum physics.

2. If Chesapeake Bay Woman survives the party, she might get four hours of sleep.

3. By the way, Chesapeake Bay Woman really needs about 9 hours of sleep per night to function properly. (Where properly = just well enough to avoid being committed to Eastern State Hospital. Also, 4 hours of sleep after a party at Sandpiper Reef equates to only 45 minutes of regular sleep. And Chesapeake Bay Woman on 45 minutes of sleep? Well, at that juncture I am required to slap a warning label on my forehead which says, "Out of Order. Please do not establish eye contact or make any sudden moves. Turn and run-do not walk-to the nearest exit.)

4. If Chesapeake Bay Woman drinks enough coffee (approximately 2 carafes), she might be able to get her daughter ready for a Marathon Soccer Tournament starting at the crack of dawn on Saturday. Naturally this soccer marathon has to be an away tournament, so driving will be required. (Hello. Have you met Chesapeake Bay Woman operating heavy machinery and/or driving after trick or treating, a costume party with high school friends and way too little sleep? Nice to meet you. Please do not drive on any highways in Mathews, Gloucester or Middlesex for the next 24-48 hours. This is for your own safety. Thank you.)

5. If Chesapeake Bay Woman survives the 5 games of soccer without being mistaken for dead and hauled to Foster-Faulkner Funeral Home, she will then have to fix supper for her starving children.

Hi. My name is Chesapeake Bay Woman and I am very interested in a break from my normal life and lots and lots of uninterrupted sleep.

Just preferably not in Eastern State Hospital.