Nutcracker trendsetters – AJ and Glenda

Der Bingle has said over the decades that I have always been a little ahead of trends – even to the point of adding the suffix “oid” to unlikely nouns before the first factoid appeared. Well, I have always like nutcrackers, scarfing them up at GoodWill and Rummage Sales for bargain prices. Glenda, my first cousin, who doesn’t have a AmeliaJake-type code name – but may want one – also is a nutcracker aficionado.

Now, i see nutcrackers in Crate & Barrel catalogues and on store shelves – all sorts of fancy ones. I’m sticking with my original guys, some of whom have names, and I’ll let the dilettantes spend big bucks and maybe in a couple of years, I’ll scoop some up from GoodWill shelves when the trendy folks spotlight something else. Those will probably have some scuff marks and maybe a missing arm or whatever; they will fit right in. It ain’t really class unless it’s got a nick or a chip or a dent from the fall from a mantle.

Almost the last leaf

Finally, tugging with all my might, I got a 20-footlong tarp filled with leaves out to the driveway/curb. It did not contain the last leaf, nor even the 1,000th from last leaf, but after numerous efforts, I would say the yard is relatively raked. I honestly think one could count the number of leaves left; it might be a high number but it could be done.

I thought to myself: Now is the last time I will have to rake these leaves at 310 N. Riley? Is this the end of an era? I did not feel the least bit sentimental. 310 N. Riley vs. the Amazing AmeliaJake LeafRaker – I don’t think I won once, but I fought the good fight. At least I tell myself that.

I could post a picture of the tree that had golden leaves a couple of weeks ago, but the sticks it is now will be around for a long time. No hurry, and maybe I’ll actually post one of it coated in sparkling ice. Oh, joy.

I got to thinking about Christmas lights; I wasn’t going to put any out this year, but I think I will have one last stab at creating the effect of fireflies dancing in the air along the front of the house. You just have to pull down a branch on a bush, hook part of a string on it, let it whoosh back up, do it again and again and again . . . and come night, the randomness of the branches and the wind give it a magical appeal. And after seeing the Acrylic Pink Pig Ballerina, I think that would be a sedately dignified bit of festivity.