I lost the Iron Ring to John last night at fencing practice.
As soon as I had won it at Push, he declared his
As I have mentioned before, John and I live in a neighborhood where the population demographic skews toward the retired-with-too-much-time-on-their-hands end of the scale, and boy do they all love their festive decorations. We have everything in our neighborhood, from the stately and tasteful all of the way to the gauche and gaudy. There are too many people who like those giant blowup yard decorations. There is one neighbor who has some kind of outdoor slide projector that they use to project seasonally appropriate images onto their garage door. (They have images for every single holiday, day of celebration, and season.)
Personally, I like Christmas lights on houses. I prefer white lights to colored (though I do enjoy the white and blue Hanukkah combination that you sometimes see) and I hate hate hate those blinky or “moving” lights. Words of advice for people lighting their houses… I can tell when you get lazy and just drape one of those nets of lights over a bush, and it really doesn’t look as good as you think it does. Lighting trees in your yard looks really nice… but remember to light some branches as well as the trunk, otherwise when it gets dark out and the lights go on, all that people can see is the glowing column of the trunk, which looks weird. But who am I to criticize? It is not really like John and I do a heck of a lot of outdoor decorating.
The first year the we lived here we gave into peer-pressure (we didn’t want to be the only unlit house on the cul-de-sac and drag down everyone else’s festive spirits) and put up a couple of strings of icicle lights around the porch. Every other year since then we have thought about it, said “to hell with that” and confined our decorations to the inside of the house. The (real) tree goes in the library where it can be seen through the front windows, and the icicle lights get draped around the front windows and back door. We also put little tiny ornaments on the potted clementine tree in the kitchen, because why not. Every year we lose one or two ornaments to the cats and to our own clumsiness.
Speaking of decorating, I also like poinsettias. And every year I mention how I would love to get one for the house, but that I won’t because it is inevitable that the cats (Merlin in particular) would chow down on it and then I would have to clean red and green cat puke off of the carpets. And every year someone gasps in horror and says something like “But why would you want a poinsettia? Aren’t they poisonous?” No, they aren’t. Or, rather, they are poisonous in the same way that apple seeds are, in that it is pretty much physically impossible to eat enough to poison yourself.
We haven’t done any sort of decorating at all yet this year.
I just managed to get my cards yesterday. I meant to have had them all done much earlier. Heck, I had all of my holiday shopping done, delivered, and wrapped before Thanksgiving. But you know how it goes… you have everything all ready to go ahead of time, and you think to yourself, “man, it is way to early to send these out yet”. So you put them aside and go do something else, and then you realize that it is midway through December, and you should have gotten everything off to the post office by now. I also meant to get custom cards made with some of my photography this year, but that didn’t happen in time either, and I ended up having to buy cards at Target like everyone else in the country.
Ah well. Next year maybe.
After all, isn’t this what the season is all about? Critiquing other people’s decorations, and procrastinating holiday errands until the last minute?