And So It Ends…



The 2015 Christmas tree is no more. This weekend found us taking the bugger down and tossing it to the curb. That’s how we do in the city.



After not having a tree for a few years, I really loved living with this one for a few weeks. It wasn’t perfect or anything, because it was real. And all real things – like people – have flaws. Beautiful, natural flaws.



Now all things Christmas are packed away and the business of a New Year has begun. I can honestly say I’m ready and happy to embrace 2016. Woo-hoo!


Living With Ghosts



Mister and I live with a ghost. Miss Harmon is basically harmless, though she does sometimes catch us by surprise. Generally, it’s a peaceful co-existence and we’re okay with it. (Never mind that we have to be okay with it. I mean, how the heck would we get rid of her anyway?)


As this is the first year we’ve had a Christmas tree at the new pad, it’s our first time experiencing Miss Harmon’s Christmas-tree-behavior. Apparently, she’s quite taken with the thing, as she keeps wiggling things around and shaking it up. For instance, more than once Mister and I have been sitting in the room with the tree and seen a branch start jingling and jangling whatever is hanging on said branch. As we don’t have any indoor critters, we’re chalking up each instance to Miss Harmon.


But yesterday morning she took it a step further: She broke an ornament. It happened to have been an ornament we acquired in Santa Fe, New Mexico nearly 20 years ago. I don’t know if Miss Harmon took issue with the ornament itself or if she’s got some beef with Santa Fe. Either way, that ornament is a goner.


Living with a ghost isn’t the worst thing. And I’m gonna let this ornament incident slide. But I can guarantee I’m gonna be having a talk with Miss Harmon. She has just got to chill the hell out.

Christmas Is Dead! Long Live Christmas!



Mister spotted this pitiful sight yesterday morning and told me about it. I thought it was worth driving past to see it for myself. It kind of sums it all up, doesn’t it? I mean, poor old tree stuffed into a bin. No one bothering to remove the stand. Looks like Christmas truly is dead.


By the end of the day, I’d spotted about a jillion other trees out on the curb (or stuffed into bins). At some point, I got suspicious as to why they were all out on a Wednesday – nearly 2 weeks after Christmas. Then I realized that Tuesday had been Epiphany. And a lot of people leave their Christmas decorations up until then.


I guess the world isn’t as crazy as I thought. Or at least not in the way I thought. Pool Poor old trees…