WE ARE EARLY... in Postcards 4

…thinking about the holidays. Normally our tree sits in the dining room. Since the dining room has morphed into a quilting room, and is going to stay that way, we need to put our tree somewhere else. It should fit nicely where the Morris chair sits, but what are we to put it on.

We have never thought to measure the tree stand. I think we need to know how big the base is. What? How ‘bout a table to put it on after we measure. I would suppose it should be sturdy. “Who would have thunk it,” my mother would have said. “What a first world problem,” I mutter.

Yes, it’s a red tree year. I know it is of no real interest to you, but I love it as a seasonal icon. I’ve been collecting read and stripy ornaments for thirty some years. I’m really not just a seasonal person, but I can’t see the tree staying up all year collecting dust balls. Nor can I see bowls and jars of ornaments collecting more dust.

I noted yesterday that lights are going up post-Thanksgiving in our neighborhood. I even caught a glimpse or two of tree lights in windows last night. Technically, Christmas starts on Christmas morning and runs 12 days. Today’s times find Christmas starting the day after Thanksgiving and ending the day after Christmas.

Who am I to argue…instead I’m just thinking about the season.
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• Himself: It was his 33rd birthday yesterday. He took a token at the Friday meeting, he will take one Sunday, and another Monday night. He brought the ladder upstairs. He does have to go to work at the museum this afternoon.


• Herself: Still glowing from Bobbies pleasure with her quilt. She called to say so again.


• Reading: A DE Stevenson…but it’s downstairs.


• Captain Poolie: G visited her yesterday and found her delightfully full of pain pills and fun. We will visit her this morning.


• Gratitude’s: For all our blessings…and they runeth over.

Last updated November 25, 2017