Just Stay Home and Join Them

Hi there, guys and dolls! There’s nothing like getting your chores around the house done, is there? Everything smells fresh, a place for everything, everything in its place, that kind of stuff. There’s also nothing like a little adventure to make you appreciate home, too. That’s what Helen found out and lived to tell the tale.

Monday started out normal…

It all started Monday morning. Helen got the kids and her hubby off to school and work, pleased to get down to her chores. (Psst, Helen would like you to think she’s a neat freak, but truth around the neighborhood, which I happen to believe and so should you is that she loves vacuuming out the couch after her husband Bill sits in it, and even more so if they’ve had a house full of guests on the weekend. The loose change under the cushions quite often nets her a new hat, dress or at least a liquid lunch out with the ladies.) So, she started in on her task. Phht, went the power and her job was sunk. (Although that didn’t really stop her. She just dug in with her hands anyway and came up with a fistful of lunch lady money and enough to buy a new handbag to carry it in.)

After a few minutes of the power blackout, Helen got a little curious. She went outside and could not believe what she saw. There on the overhead wires was a site to be seen. A man riding a bike on the wires. Heavens! Helen rubbed her eyes, thinking that she must have started early, but realized her coffee had been black that morning, so it couldn’t be that. The man waved a hearty hello, and that’s when Helen realized he was not alone, but balancing a couple of scantily clad women, dangling down rather dangerously.

That’s how to liven up suburbia…

Helen panicked, about to scream, then the man said not to worry, they’re her new neighbors. And practicing their circus act. Turns out the bicycle had special tires to avoid electric shock, but it blew out the transformer just the same. Helen said he genuinely looked disappointed that he had blown the power yet again now that they were in their new neighborhood. Nellie, hanging trapeze artist on the left, groaned that it looked like they would have to move again, while Kellie on the right said she was sure sorry, she kind of liked the new town.

In the meantime, the whole neighborhood gathered around, now out of power and seeing the aerial spectacle happening right in their own back yards. The general buzz of the crowd turned out to be positive. Housewives were happy for the excuse for the break, along with the general consensus that nothing ever happened in the neighborhood and the sideshow was some darn fine entertainment to lighten up the dullsville. Both Val and Sal could be heard muttering some rather colorful, yet flattering remarks about a new shirtless male on the street, but honestly, for those two that was nothing new.

Helen’s got a new hobby

So on went the aerial show til the power company showed up. Someone made popcorn, another brought out beers, lawn chairs set up. It was quite the happening. I will say though the best had to be when Helen got the show biz buzz and joined the troupe. Who knew she had she had such poise and balance?

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already. 

Toodles, Barbara Jean

About Barbara Jean Coast

Barbara Jean Coast is the pen name of authors Andrea Taylor and Heather Shkuratoff. She is currently hard at work telling the cozy tales of the fictional town of Santa Lucia, loosely based on Santa Barbara in the late 50's, early 60's, known as The Poppy Cove Mysteries.
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