A few days ago, someone broke the goofy smiling skeleton-on-a-bike windcatcher we’ve had in the front lawn since around Halloween 2019 – we put him up and just never took him down, because this is the kind of town where you can just be the Spooky House On The Block.
Today I took a look at the damage; there was a plastic rod that went up inside to keep the flat, printed skeleton erect, and that was snapped off at the base. Someone definitely whacked it, and took the supporting rod out from inside.
I looked around the house a while, and ended up taking a leftover part from this skeleton’s installation; this is the second time this has happened, the last time everything vanished except for the lower part of the rod that goes into the ground. So I had a spare one of those, which I was able to slip inside the skeleton , and duct tape to the bicycle.
I felt so damn domestic, somehow, standing out there rigging this repair to a piece of absurd lawn decor.
Ride safe, Mr. Skellington. Perhaps we should add a skeletal flamingo, or another cyclist, or something.