Calamity

I have slender, artificial alpine trees of good quality that I first started using a Christmas tree additions and then I took to putting white lights on them and hanging everyday things from the branches and calling them Winter Lights.

Three are clustered by one long series of windows, and today, somehow, after all this time, I brushed against one and it fell, pulling the others with it. I even managed to trip the circuit breaker. I think I have got everything picked up, but I’m going to keep an eye out for things that may have sought refuge from my clumsiness under a table or behind a box.

It started when I couldn’t find my amethyst necklace right off the bat. Okay, it’s somewhere in one of my special places, but it has gone undercover. I usually wear it and the turquoise pendant, but every now and then I take one or the other off and “put it somewhere safe.” Sigh.

Actually, the trees now look pathetic, but my head hurts and I guess I can wait until tomorrow to straighten up the lights, the cows, the sock monkeys, the necklaces, the Salvation Army bell and need I go on? No, not if you know me. Oh, yeah, the old-fashioned small Santas that hang around all year, because, yes, AmerliaJake, there is Christmas Spirit.

I like to listen to Fairytale of New York by The Pogues and performed by The Irish Tenors all year round, just as I like to glimpse views of the cheery Santas. Yesterday, I looked up an explanation of the lyrics. If you try to make sense of them, it’s depressing. So I just listen and hear what I want to hear. The Tenors have cleaned up some of the lyrics and skipped one entire verse that was quite R rated. Sometimes, Googling something is not the smartest thing to do.