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November 30, 2003

A Day Of Rest And Light Duties

We pulled Ngnat out of bed around 9:30 tonight, brought her downstairs to view the newly hung Christmas lights, twisted red, gold, blue and green around the tree. She sat on our collective lap in the dark quiet, half-asleep, sucking her thumb under the ancient Holy Hobbie comforter Sainted Wife covered us with. "Holly Hobblie" Ngnat calls it.

"I like the green ones" she said, eventually. We cocooned for a while longer, went outside to see what the tree looked like from the street, then put her back to bed. "Night, night, M&Ms," she told the string of novelty candy lights as I carried her upstairs.

Tonight was lights night. Tomorrow is deck the tree night, or so I am informed. I don't make these decisions, I just abide by them. Sainted Wife makes them by default, coming as she does from a family of early decorators. Were it up to her, the ornaments would have been deployed as soon as the Thanksgiving washing up was over with. I don't recall ever decorating until a week or so before the 25th, but the very thought of such laxity is enough to cause SW to break out in hives.

I managed to delay the onslaught, though not by much--unless one counts the snowman placemats on the kitchen table as Xmas decor, in which case I failed miserably. We've been eating off them since the 15th.

Two of the neighbors began decorating while we were at the inlaws--seeing their efforts when we returned home yesterday was the wreath that broke the reindeer's back. Today the decorations came down from the attic.

We bought a tree from a stand just down the road, from the same red-haired family who sold us pumpkins in October, tied it down on top of the SUV and drove it away. Once home, I pounded the tree stand onto it with a rubber mallet before taking it down--it's much easier to attach the stand when the tree is more or less immobile than it is to lower the bulky thing into a stand after it has come off the roof. Better for my back, as well.

Later on, after a lights run to the Big Lots, SW complained of an odd rattle in the car whenever she went over a bump. I went outside to check, and sure enough, there was the rubber mallet, still on the roof. She'd remembered to remove the tree blanket before going, but had overlooked a two-foot hammer.

And she has the gall to consider me absent-minded.

Posted by Bigwig at November 30, 2003 10:50 PM | TrackBack
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And may you enjoy all the lovely lights and holiday decor. As we are always late anyway, we will forego decor at home and await arrival at the beach house. A tree has been purchased complete with lights and is ready in the SUV for the trip. I am always amazed at how many ways we failed you as you were growing up. Perhaps if you didn't list them almost daily....!

Posted by: Yomamma at December 1, 2003 10:51 AM

There was nothing negative in that entire post about how I was raised, madre dear.

Methinks someone has a guilty conscience. :)

Posted by: bigwig at December 1, 2003 08:06 PM
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