Our yard has a long expanse of fence that faces a fairly busy road. The fence was in need of upkeep before our recent wind and hail storms, and is now looking pretty dilapidated.
We’ve scheduled a handyman, but we were busy and he was busy and one thing after another . . . he’s set to fix it on July 29. But the fence was getting a lot of, um, neighborly commentary, so I decided on a bit of fence art:
Text of signs: “art installation: ‘waves of wood’ — symbolizing the transient nature of the material world, the multiplicity of human consciousness, and our hope for the future.” A text box at the bottom reads, “In other words, the fence broke, we were focused on other things and procrastinated calling the handyman, who is busy for the next few weeks, but will be around to fix it soon.”
Not too transgressive, but at least I crack myself up!