Conversation with My Wife (71.2)
Our revels now are ended…
So, you may remember my well-intentioned holiday decorating:
That only got better (because you can’t go down from the basement):
Alas, the ravages of Winter Storm Riley were not confined to power outages and fallen trees. Our holiday… thing (Deb kept calling it “our Christmas tree,” but I thought that was a tad insulting to holiday evergreens everywhere — still, I knew exactly what she meant, so there’s something to it) finally fell over like a dead lily stalk that had lost all vestiges of life back in October. Which this was, only with extra wind drag from the brilliantly-arranged* green and red ribbons tied to it.
So now you know. Christmas is, finally, definitely, over.** And my plan to hang to hang Easter eggs off the, um… to hang Easter eggs somehow, will have to wait for a better time.
*If I do say so all by myself. As, based on my wife’s reaction, I apparently do.
**Although the folks on the corner still have their lights up on one tree out front. They haven’t turned them on since early January, but still, it shows that we are *NOT* the last people to have Christmas stuff up.
