Ah, coffee break time. As ever, things have to move in order to put other things out for Seasoning. We were reprieved; the HUD inspectors won't be conducting inspection til the end of January so that's not a complication for the holidays, hallelujah. There's still no room for anything until everything gets moved around so that's job 1.
While moving the last boxes of Things That Have No Space To Live In and the wheelchair that's always in the way wherever it lives, I made a joyous discovery. In one bookcase, on top of the bottom shelf, lays the missing shelf of the other. There's a hassle gone, just like that! It can stay there til the tree comes down; that's a procedure unto itself involving moving half the living room around. When the Endless Month of February crawls in I'll straighten out the bookcases. But it's really good to know the parts are all here. I hope that everything still missing shows up eventually.
Even without decoration, even without the lights on, even artificial and silk, a tree standing in a sitting room means Christmas. It changes my head soon as comes out of the box. The tree is an art project to me. Moving the branches around to make it look fuller and more like a tree than a bottle brush is as serious and time-consuming as any painting or sculpture. That's the first whole day of tree creation. Or "treeation" as my husband called it when we got our first fake tree. It's tedious but satisfying.
The coffee cup is empty, so time to get back to it. "Only God can make a tree," said Kilmer, but a reasonable facsimile is nice, too.
An Alarming Situation.
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