December is hours away, and I am doing OK
My children were kind enough to bring up my old "forever" Christmas tree from the basement after a Thanksgiving dinner last week. It is showing its age and some lights refuse to twinkle. I can relate. It is in its spot by the window and there it has stood naked for days while I try to ignore the whole darn thing. Wednesday, I tackled it and brought up the first box of "stuff". There are six more, but because of my lack of ho, ho, ho this year, I knew I could not handle any more. I took out the first box in the box and carefully hung eleven ornaments. My back started to hurt, so I needed to sit down and contemplate the whole matter and decided Thursday would be a better day for decorating. Unfortunately, it had slipped my mind (happens often) that the next day I had to go to work and there would not be enough hours left to do a proper job. Plan C would be to do it on the next rainy day which happens nearly everyday here. So I was committed and I got the freeking tree up. I did it, it is done, and I would like to say, the spirit of Christmas is alive and well in my abode. Well, kind of , sort of , maybe. I'll just get that can of Sparkling Spruce air freshener spray and see if that works some magic. That and a lovely glass of fine wine just might have me Fa la la-ing.
Daisy was not any help and hopefully she will enjoy the tree from afar, and not on one of the branches.
