2003 Story Set
| Date: December 22, 2003 First I pitched a fit. Because I had no tree and it is Dec 21st. Not that anything will get under it. Much. So we managed to step carefully on the still damp carpet which is now light gray. Better than dark gray. And I am determined it will stay somewhat clean for Christmas. We dressed for dirt. And headed out in the sunlight and wind for the trip to the tree farm, where the pumpkin patch had been. We had the stand. And the tree must fit in it. We found one fairly quickly, because we had our specs. A small spot in the family room. Between the G4 tower computer set-up and the piano and two couches. And there is a normal ceiling. No beams to swing from. Or strap the tree to. We got our tree and, since my hand is strapped (the cut will not heal), I had them put the stand on. Beauty of a truck. We went home, I tossed bath towels on the clean floor to valiantly protect the carpet and we put the tree up. I added water and tree green. And I got the two bins from last year - carefully stowed by the weight machine - full of ornaments, etc. And the new fibre-optic angel. Our older ornaments and my nativity set have not seen the light of day since he got sick. In a flash we had the three strings of lights up. Then the garlands - from which was hanging lots of tinsel. And a few balls. Good! Fast decorating. And Ranger knew exactly what that shiny stuff was. So as I was tripping along adding bows and balls and finding the tree-top angel, Ranger pounced. He had a mouth full when I caught him. My son chased him to get it back. It was that or wait for him to throw it up. On my clean rug. So we decorated and cat-watched. He stalked. You just know that as soon as we go to bed, he will be back at the tree. I cannot believe that tinsel - especially these plastic types - have any food value. Ranger just sits and watches us with those gold wise eyes of his. Slits. Blinking. Waiting. While the dog bounces up and down, whining at the door because a leaf fell off a tree. Ranger made a skulky pass at the tree and got a marker thrown at him. He's watching. The same way he gets out the door when I bring in groceries. And when the contractor's guys get there. And when I step out to feed the dog. He's fast. |
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