Slept in big time after getting home from Operation Rednose. Didn't get up until noon. We got a lot of calls last night, and I didn't get home until after 2:30. I may work for them again next weekend.
Patricia and I have this little game Actually, we have several games, but most of them are none of your damned business. The one I'll tell you about involves the times we go out to lunch. It began years ago when I would whistle in her ear as if it were windy. "What are you doing?", she asked.
"The wind is crying, Patricia. Can't you hear it? It's suggesting we go to [fill in the name of the place I had in mind] for lunch". Laughing, she'd agree that she could hear the wind then, and we'd go.
She did that little game today. The wind cried the Timberlea Beverage Room, which is close to the house.
(When I hear the wind crying, it's usually for a higher end place. When Patricia hears it crying, and brings it to my attention, it's for a place like the TBR. Hmmphh!)
We had our brunch and afterward decided to go into Bayer's Lake to drop off the box of victuals for the foodbank that we had been tripping over in the kitchen for a few months and kept forgetting to deal with. We dealt with it and then went to Wal*Mart next door before deciding to check out the Christmas trees.
The only lot we went to didn't knock us over. As we were heading to the car, the proprietor asked if he could help us. We told him we wanted a smaller tree to fit in the car. He showed us one tree that we liked. He then said for an extra 5 bucks, he'd deliver it to the house. Sweet! The last time I had a Christmas tree in my car, I was vacuuming up needles for months afterward. Well worth 5 dollars to have him deliver the tree to the home.
We got the tree home. Patricia took care of an errand. I stayed back and made room for the tree in the living room. And I took these few pictures, which I hope you like.
Cindy is standing on her haunches sniffing the tree. Newbie doesn't quite know what to make of Cindy or the tree, as I never bothered with a tree the last couple of years, and he's an indoor cat who runs away when he sees me open the door to leave. I think this is the first time he's ever seen a Christmas tree. It's certainly the first time he's seen Cindy on her haunches like that.
This is our first Christmas together in the house. Or, rather, it will be. There are some bittersweet things going on in my life right now that may hamper our enjoyment of the holidays; but we must do our best to think of times like today, and our cats, and the tree that we didn't have to soil our cars to bring here.
I haven't started my shopping in any meaningful way. It's been hard to get into the holidays for some of the reasons I alluded to in the previous paragraph. But, after today, after the tree, and the cats, and all the other things, for the first time I can say, and write, and think:
I'm looking forward to Christmas!!