I made some modifications to the angel wreath –  but left the monk on – and took it over to North Ridge 9:30 this morning. Kathryn had her Christmas sweater on and while I was there, the social director came in and asked if they wanted to go on a bus tour this evening of local Christmas lights. Kathryn accepted and Emory thought about it and then decided to go as well.

It’s getting down in the teens here and although the bus is heated, Kathryn was somewhat worried that Emory wouldn’t be warm enough. This is where you gotta love fate: I had thrown a Chicago Bears BIG jacket in the car in case I had to hunker down and so I brought it in and they can use it as a cape or lap robe.

After Kathryn and I put on the final angels and hung the wreath up, I started to take off the burgundy bead garland from the Thanksgiving wreath. It took us about 30 minutes and was kind of an adventure into what at times seemed like Mission Impossible.

Of course, fooling around with the bead garland caused parts of the grapevine wreath to flake off onto the floor and so I gathered all the debris into a pile and got it up with wet paper towels. Then the housekeeper came in to sweep and mop. Ah, well, the exercise down on that tile floor was good for me. Sometimes coincidence works with  you; sometimes the timing is in reverse.

The music is a page I pulled out of an old Hymnal from the church rummage sale; it’s Hark! The Herald Angels Sing. I thought to myself when I stuck it on, “Well, that worked out okay.”

Notice the bead garland under the tree. So that worked out okay, too.

And, of course, here are Emory and Kathryn.

I had a good time this morning. Maybe I should have taken some spiked eggnog . . . nah, then we never would have been able to get that blasted bead garland off. Probably beads would have been all over the floor. I’d get some sort of demerit for bringing in contraband  . . .

So . . .  next time I’ll take some sparkling grape juice and some stemmed acrylic glasses. And cashews with sea salt and maybe some cookies. And we’ll invite elves. Rose can chaperone.