Sun. Dec 9, 2007

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Yesterday was the ritual of bringing a tree into the house. I was busy all day making this year's Christmas cards, while the Husband was trying to meet two Monday deadlines by working all weekend.

Around 4:30 (just before dark) we simultaneously reached stopping points and calculated that an hour's break would be sufficient to purchase a Christmas tree. Off we went.

It was almost dark by the time we arrived at the first stop (a tree lot strung with bare bulbs). The ground was muddy and the air was cold. We examined 6 or 7 trees before I spotted the perfect one - just the right size for our living room. A large gentleman netted it and tied it to the roof of my Jeep, for which he was paid accordingly.

We returned home, hauled the tree into the living room, put it in a stand and stepped back to look it over. I was right - it was a perfect fit.

Then I went back to my card making and the Husband went back to his deadlines, while the tree sits unadorned in the living room, where it serves as a constant source of fascination to Hunky and Dorie.

And I'm afraid it will remain so for the duration.