I’m not quite certain what I am going to do this day. I might go to LaGrange County and decorate a small Christmas tree for the front window and put it on a timer. There are other ways I could spend my time, but I want to do this. It is a sort of keeping faith with the myself my parents and grandparents knew. I’m here; I’m not forgetting.
I know it’s not yet December, but I have to accommodate my schedule, because it is other people’s schedule as well. Maybe, a couple of days before Christmas, Quentin and I will walk back by the old marsh and find a little volunteer cedar and decorate it with homemade ornaments. That would be nice.
UPDATE: Well, I got sidetracked by other obligations and so will go up tomorrow after I get back from the orthopedist with Robert’s leg. Oh, I’ll bring the rest of him back too. It’s supposed to snow but, hey, it’s winter and it’s Indiana.
I had a paintbrush in my hand by 6:30 and have the wall painted. Now only four walls and all the trim in the house to go. *sigh* I HATE painting. New tenants in the guest house make it necessary though. At least they are helping but a small thing like their jobs got in the way of finishing the job today….
Christmas tree. A must do tonight.
My tree is up and my door is decorated but the Santas are still in my attic calling to me, waiting to be set free.