Ah, Dust! in Postcards 4

Old blue ornaments and me.

I thought we could take our time with this. Sort through the too many ornaments and discard. Slowly. Suffering the tortures of the dammed with the dust. But no.

He has the lights hung and the red ornaments packed and back in storage. I’m way behind the plan slowly hanging the new and old stuff missing the ones I can’t find. Didn’t I have three boxes of those 1960’s half silver and half blue ornaments? I can find only one box.

He runs off to the museum, and I dissolve into shakes from the dust. Even living in sealed boxes placed high in the attic, the dust grows. We did find the Mexican tin painted creche after a long, frustrating search. It’s going to look really nice on the wall hung mantle above the TV.

Now that he’s gone, watch me. I’m taking my time.