I was awakened early this morning – which would have been 4:45 in the A of M, as every now and then I hear someone say. So I decided to look on the Internet for the weather and whatnot because it is verrry cold this morning and I suddenly had a desperate need to know how cold.
Well, the Internet provider is having some problems so here I am in Word, which tried to sneak in Times New Roman on me instead of my usual Geneva. Once upon a time, I had a font that presented like words clipped out of a newspaper on a ransom note. I kind of liked that. Heck, I liked it a lot, but there weren’t too many things I could use it for since anything longer than “We have Hazel. Put $500,000 in a brown paper bag and leave at the big tree at the corner of Elm and Fifth. Do not contact police.” got a little overwhelming.
We are to finally decorate the tree today and, Bob, I feel for you. It is not that I do not want to decorate but I am in a phase of delicate lights and a few special ornaments and just about everyone else here is voting for a brightly-lit tree laden with every ornament in the house, including all the school project decorations.
I know – that will make it family and friend oriented and “special” but I am thinking Bob will look like a boob, sort of a brightly-lit post-it note board.
I guess it is in the eye of the beholder. Last evening my eyes were filled with George C. Scott images as Scrooge . . . but I dozed off before the “see the light of Christmas spirit” scenes and think I may have been “humbugged and bah-ed” – maybe a Stockholm Syndrome thing.
I believe I detect a note of irritation in my posting this morning. Oh, really, AmeliaJake? Why is that?
Well . . . I don’t really know. Perhaps I need to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” over and over and over again. I may be low on my “Merry Christmas, Bedford Falls; Merry Christmas, you old Bailey Savings & Loan” spirit level.
Yes, that’s probably it.
I finished putting all the bobbles on my tree yesterday and chose to leave off quite a few. First thing the husband says when he gets home is “where’s the pillows?”. Gah! The pillows are these little stuffed white ornaments with iron on figures on them. Our first Christmas we had no money and I had bought a magazine that had these iron ons for people to use for nifty cloth gift tags. I used an old pillow case and made little mini pillows each with their cartoon iron on firmly placed on one side. The kids all think they are “sweet” and my husband thinks they are necessary. I think they are tacky. Maybe I’ll put them around the bottom for the cat to bat around.
The Bailey Savings & Loan went belly up this year because Uncle Billy invested all the money in hedge funds and someone trimmed the hedge.