Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Our Front Porch Signs

It won't always look like this. Come mid November, it'll be plain white spindles holding up the top railing over a dark green wood plank floor. Maybe with snow even. But for now, we're advertising.


 I know there are neighbors who (proudly?) display their support for the Felon, not that they describe him that way. A few standard Harris/Walz signs are finally appearing along the streets here. But the folks/wingnut/neighbor (we haven't met them yet so can't be more specific) across the street stirred me to be a little more visible and flagrant than the mostly grey signs for Harris. They're trying to flaunt their "virtue" by equating their regard for Jesus with their regard for The Felon. We as a result have been prodded to talk about actual values we hold.

I realize the signs in the above photo are difficult to read. So I took several pictures and cropped them way down so you can.

These are made of fabric, and both sides of each read the same. There is a wide hem in the top to run whatever through it so they hang from a flat top. In our case, there was a foam "dowel" in the middle of a tube of rolled window coating film, the kind that adheres by static cling, lets light in but gives privacy, and has patterns which, when the sun hits it, displays rainbows where the light hits, whether the opposite ceiling, wall, or floor. I saved it. I did have a different idea for its future use, but it fits perfectly inside both hems with room between to run a string around to separate the two while tying them to the smaller rings in the railing spindles. Both ends of the foam dowel also have string tightly wrapped around and tied to spindles to keep the flags from falling or blowing off. 

I realize they aren't proof against vandalism. But if, for example, somebody tries to spoil them with paint, I can take them down, flip them over, and voila,  good as new. Only this time they would be displayed prominently behind a window. If they are stolen, I'll just order more from Amazon, where I happened to find these. And hung like this, "they" make "one" sign. Nobody has more than a single sign in their yards, unlike out along the county road. So it's likely that the park powers-that-be have somewhere in the lease fine print a restriction on quantity. I could go look it up... but the damn document is a dozen pages long.

Meanwhile, Steve and I stand fully behind these.

I'm thinking of velcroing the "IN THIS HOUSE WE BELIEVE" one to the front door we actually use when the election is over. The storm door is clear glass to both protect and display it. Plus there is a nick in the door which needs covering, and a paint-free spot where we figure a former sign was removed, probably something like "The Smiths". Those are popular here. Morning sun will eventually get to it, but it will keep the spirit going for a while. This porch faces the street on the north side of the house, and is simply the required 2nd exit if a fast one is needed. It basically just gives access to the utility/laundry room.


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