Back Roads, Backwards

I did not succumb to shopping on Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and have not taken any cyber bait thus far. I am proud of myself. Even though some of my strands of lights refused to work, I took the fuses out and worked with what I had. In years past I have been known to just go buy new ones.

But, today, the shopping ban ended. I shall now refer to it as Sad Sunday. It all started with a simple request for dinner. He Who works much harder than I do requested tacos. Upon checking my pantry I discovered that I was out of taco seasoning. Needed lettuce, too. So I drove into town. I wandered through Alco to see what I could see. Nary a thing did I long for and left. On to the grocery where I scored some packets of taco seasoning and found lettuce on sale. Ground beef, too. I was horrified to see that chuck roast is now almost $5 per lb!

So, I was happily headed home, feeling noble for not buying anything I did not need. I was zipping along, looking left and right at the Christmas decorations starting to appear. There is one house in particular that always has some message on the fence fashioned out of styrofoam cups. On my way into town there was a tarp covering the message that was no doubt under construction. So, as I headed home I looked to see if the tarp was gone. It was.

I wish I had a camera, but the sun was in my eyes and I might have been exceeding the speed limit. I did not want to cause an accident. The new message for the approaching holiday was simple. Simply spelled out 'JESUS'. Well, sort of. The 'J' was backwards and I think the 'S's were, too. Dyslexic Decor? A tribute, nonetheless.