Here at orchard at willard, we live regular lives that are as messy around the edges (and occasionally in the middles) as everyone else's. You (Not that there are any of you since at this point I'm basically still doing this for Ali's amusement.) ahem. So, you may notice in the backgrounds of photos areas that might be considered less than 100% tidy. Hell, if it's my apartment you can make that less than 60% tidy. (nota bene: I am NOT messy; I am very untidy.)
Anyhow, we love reading the beautiful blogs that don't show the mess or only show the "real" spaces on rare "ha-ha, tee-hee" occasions. Why do we love reading those blogs? Because fantasies are wonderful. Our entire society loves fantasies! Advertising wouldn't exist without fantasies! Why go to a movie? Why read a book? Experiencing "realities" that are not our own is fun! Must I really go on? You get it, right?
The trouble with fantasies is that sometimes our (ok maybe it's just me here, but I choose to use "the royal we" since it makes me feel as though I'm saying something of substance and not just whining) inner selves turn those fantastical representations back against us. "Oooh, look at her perfect quilt, posed so delicately on that beautiful fence with the manicured lawn and those flowers with the wild baby rabbits hopping gleefully....." You get the idea. We see those images and then we think (perhaps subconsciously, perhaps not) what it would take for us to attempt to acheive that particular vision of perfection.
Let's use my life as a wee example: I'd have to move and have the money to rent or buy a home with a lawn with the requisite flora and fauna; I'd have to have the know-how or means to hire someone to maintain the yard and the fence and on and on and on. We're not even addressing the question of whether that particular fantasy photo represents something I aspire to. (yard, white picket fence, not really - wild bunnies & flowers, oh yes!) Oops looks like I did address that. Anyhow, were any of those things even possible, I'd have to at minimum have a grip on my current one-bedroom apartment, my bills, my cooking, my schedule, .... you know, my life. Also, it should be stated that for that particular fantasy, I'd have to finish a quilt. Just saying.
And there begins the potential for a negative turn of thoughts. Suddenly, I'm thinking about how little of a grip I have on whatever aspect of my life is hanging over my head that day and I'm all hot & bothered (in a bad way) about it. So I'm thinking how if only I were like blogger X who has that perfectly stitched quilt hanging over that perfectly white fence with the yard and the bunnies.......
That is why I've decided to have an irregular, yet on-going series here called "Keeping it real" - frankly that's what it's called because I can't think of anything better. Ali's still hard at work in California at this time of my day with no time for the internets, so hopefully she will not veto this series later, but hopefully she will have a better name for it.
As you may have guessed from the photo above, the topic for today's segment of "Keeping it Real at orchard at willard" is my smoke detector! More specifically it is the smoke detector in my living room. (Fear not commentors of doom, loved ones and family members; though my apartment is small, each of its rooms (except the loo) has its own smoke detector so there is no danger of me not noticing a fire.)
The photo above is my smoke detector minus its lovely off-white plastic shell cover. Why? Well, about a month ago, this very smoke detector started to make small beep-type noises and it did so for several minutes. This was long enough to get me to stop reading and long enough to wake the dog from his very important nap on the couch. Action was required. (Also, to be honest, I feared the beeping was a prelude to eardrum-splitting ringing that would put the dog into fits.)
So, I took the pile of fabric off the top of my printer, took the printer off the cupboard and then climbed on top of the cupboard (Again, fear not friends & commentors, it is a sturdy cupboard). I removed said off-white plastic shell; I also removed the 9-volt battery from the device and then hopped down.
Likely as not, I left the fabric and printer wherever I had placed them, but to be honest, I can't remember something that happened a month ago with that level of detail. Anyhow, I took the old battery and put it by my keys near the door so I'd take it along whenever I next left the apartment without the dog (could be daaayyyys). Whenever that happened, then hopefully I'd remember why the battery was there and buy a replacement.
The photo above is the replacement battery bought at the pharmacy about 2 weeks ago. Note that it is in its packaging and lying conveniently in the plastic shell removed from the smoke detector about a month ago. Also, please know that in order to locate this sweet pair for its photo for this inaugural post of the series, I had to move a pile of fabric that was next to the printer. I just checked and I can tell you proudly that I shoved that pile of fabric into a cubby of a bookshelf. It didn't go on the floor! (Your applause is quietly acknowledged.)
So there you go readers. It's real here at Orchard at Willard. Real. We are humans and we live like most humans do - with messy edges and sometimes messy middles. We do not have perfectly manicured lawns - heck we don't have lawns (though Ali's buliding has a suspiciously sparkly pool). The point is that when we blog, you will get the good, the not-so-good and also, sometimes the ugly stuff that really didn't work out as planned. And, irregularly, yet serially you will get posts like this.
Why? Because I want you to know that we don't have the new batteries in the smoke detector the same day we buy them. (That last sentence should definitely be in the first person singular and not the royal we, because I know that, Ali has very different smoke detector issues - at least in her living room. Care to share a photo, Al?)
For those of you looking for something creative (beyond the writing - sheesh people can be so cruel), there is a post in the wings on Cross-Stitch-A-Palooza that will come shortly. I got tired of editing the size on those pictures and decided to amuse myself with this instead.