I have one of those alpine trees. You know the kind – skinny with scraggly little branches. This one is about four feet high and you can put them around the house in different places at different seasons. About a year ago, I put one of my plant stakes in the branches; this one was a stick with a coil at the top so the cow head would bob around. Yes, cow head. I’ll provide a picture later.

I thought I should decorate this tree with white lights and crystal bells, but the Alien Tree, which is most probably controlling my brain, led me to use LED colored lights and hang some golden and silver ball-shaped bells.

I suppose I am not done; more instructions are probably in the pipeline. So far the cow is looking somewhat perplexed. She may tip the tree.

I don’t think they are up yet, but soon . . . soon. It will be tense. Last Monday, Summer remarked to me that the afternoon of the next day, Tuesday the 23rd, would be the best time of Thanksgiving break. You know, when you walk out of school and vacation looms before you. And we mentioned how each day would bring people closer to the looming Monday.

Well, it’s here.

It is too bad we are the type of personality that just can’t enjoy the here and now. No, the moment that we start something we like we see the end coming at us. I would step off the plane at San Diego and the second I started walking toward the main terminal I would be thinking how sad I would be when it was time to walk the other way.

But back to this morning . . . no, no . . . let’s wait a few more minutes.