Just a little bit closer.
I’m a little bit closer to being finished with the decorations in and around my house. I worked on one box at a time, seeing what lurked safely within and then putting it out. One thing here, another thing there. nothing elaborate and not in all the rooms. But that’s okay because my son and I are the only ones who will see. I double checked the lights strands that are for the bushes along the drive and made sure they were still working. I worked carefully draping the bushes with lights, plugging strand into strand into strand. I was thinking I had this. I had done good. I wouldn’t need much of drop cord.
Unfortunately, I discovered that drop cords have that difference in the prongs. Because of that wider prong, I wasn’t going to be able to plug in the lights that way. I had to stretch the drop cord up to the far end where I could plug the lights into the cord rather than the other way around. My son plugged in the timer, all we had to do after that, was wait for the sun to go down and see if they all still worked.
My son helped me move most of the now empty boxes back into the storage building. Once that was done we carried the ladders back down to my folk’s place where they belonged. Of course now that the ladders are back mom asked if we could clean the leaves off the roof of their house. But of course.
Now, supper is over, my son and I, and the dogs have all eaten. Both dogs are already inside because Bella decided she was going to escape the fence in the dark and chase cats. Tomorrow morning we are going to need to find how she escaped and make repairs. Thankfully she came when I called her and I didn’t have to go out into the dark searching. I’m sure the cats were also happy for her to answer my call so quickly.
Sitting here, I can see the various lights, those outside, and the tree in the living room. The lights bring to mind so many past memories and emotions. All those times as I kid, growing up, dreaming and believing. The times as an adult, watching my son’s eyes as he looked at the tree. Christmas, a time of being together. So many are gone on, but always within our memory and heart. Even as time and with it things changing, some will always be the same. Love…and the reason for the season.