Day 316; Footnotes of an Unexpected Day and Unexpected Assistance

  Do you do any decorating for holidays? While I don’t decorate at all for Halloween, and do very little for Thanksgiving, I do enjoy transforming the house for Christmas. Usually though, that does not happen until after Thanksgiving, but it is 2020 and anything goes.

 I did put the lights up on the outside of the house the other day. I have muscles still letting me know they did not enjoy all those trips up and down the ladder. A ladder that is still propped up against the front of the house.

I searched today for the timer for the lights along the driveway, but was unsuccessful. I know it has to be somewhere, but as of this moment, I have no idea where. I’ll do a more careful search tomorrow. 

Today, after sitting here writing for a while, scrolling social media and talking with mom several times, I stood up with a “why not?”. Leaving the house I walked around to where I had left my utility wagon. Pulling it around the house I cleaned out the left over dirt then headed for the storage building. Opening the door, I stepped inside and started to carry boxes outside.

Suddenly, there was my son about to help. Since he was there, we grabbed the two big storage boxes that held the tree. Carrying them to the house I had him sit them down outside. While one box was still sealed well, the other not so much. I opened the box and carefully removed parts of the tree, tossing them inside until I could see that nothing slithery had gotten into the box.

  When I had gone outside originally I couldn’t help but notice how warm it was. Checking the temperature I was amazed to see it almost eighty degrees. While we have had warm days in late fall and winter, it still surprises me and yes, makes me happy. When we got the parts of the tree in the house, I went and changed from the long sleeved shirt I was wearing to a tank top, in November. Yes!

 With my son’s help, I got the tree together. While I love everything about a live tree, we purchased this artificial tree over twenty years ago. It was a matter of convenience, but also for the fact we were only paying once for a tree that can be used over and over and not having to pay out every year. Cheap or frugal, call it what you will. Even though I will admit that live tress are nice.  When we bought it, I had no idea this tree was going to turn out to be seven and a half feet tall and enormous. From day one I have said that somewhere along the line a mistake was made, but if I have to have an artificial tree, I’m glad its this one.

 Once the tree was together I prepared to hang the lights. Once again carefully checking each strand before putting them on the tree. While there is no ladder needed, it is still frustrating to get the lights wrapped around the tree and then for them to suddenly not work. After I had all the light strands ready I began to put them on the tree. My son came out and helped me since where the tree is positioned it is impossible to walk around it. After all the lights were on the tree I plugged them in to check how it looked. My son immediately began pointing out and correcting gaps he saw. Once he was satisfied he had corrected the misalignment, he disappeared into another part of the house.

I happily got busy and hung strands of wooden beads and various ornaments. I love angels and bells especially but there are many other ornaments as well. Once I had everything I was going to use hanging on the tree, I asked my son if he thought he could slide it back a bit. He probably could have, but together we decided that it was fine right where it is. Right there, it doesn’t look squished.

  I figured while I was at it, I might as well put some of the other things out as well. Some of the things gifts, some store bought, some I painted myself. I have a ceramic Nativity Scene that I painted before my son was born. That makes it well over thirty years old. I wish I had thought to date it, but that isn’t all that important. When I began to unpack it, I found that the angel that is supposed to be above the stable, had come off. I have already glued it once, so I found my glue and repaired it again. Meaning the set is out, but not in place while I wait on the glue to dry.

 Right now, I’m sitting here with a window and door open, watching the lights blink outside. The lights on the tree are still on, lighting the living room. I don’t know what sort of gifts may be under the tree this year, if any, but material things are unimportant. I have my son, someone who agreed to and even helped decorate in spite of the fact he prefers every holiday have its time. I have my faith, that is giving me a peace during this crazy time. I have my family who are always just a shout away. I also have two crazy dogs that are seriously unsure of what we have constructed in the living room.

 So I’ll enjoy the lights, I’ll enjoy the warmth. I’ll enjoy listening to the sounds of nature right outside my open window. In many ways, it was an unexpectedly nice day, in which I managed to get things done,with unexpected assistance. It has been a good day.

Let there be light and let it begin with me

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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