Our glittering floor

Last night in preparation for Der Bingle’s week-end arrival, Summer made a welcoming ornament to hang in the vestibule. Nooooo, it is not as nice a gesture as you think. She and I were wandering around The Dollar Tree and came upon these three red balls hanging together for, yes, a dollar. They were covered with overlapping petals that reflected light in a chaotic rhythmic way. Summer and I looked at each other and said in unison, “There’s a seizure waiting to happen.”

This is when I got the idea we should make an ornament to say “HI” to Der Bingle . . . well, I got part of the idea. The whole full-fledged thing formed in my head and pounded for a way out when I spotted the skinny tin Santa with green-striped pants.

I have no pictures at this time, but later watch out.

Then we bought bells and red and silver pipe cleaners and, at Summer’s insistence, glitter. I told her to do what she wanted when we got home; after all, she’s been an apprentice for quite a while now. She had me add the last bells and one ball so I could have a participation factor.

I think it was while I was doing that she glittered the dogs. And in that process, glittered the floor.

The ornamental hanging Santa in transit.