There wasn't much going on yesterday as I rested my achey fingers. It always amazes me just how much popping and cracking there is when I first stand up. I take a hint from the doggie critters ... I do doggie yoga every morning just so I can walk without waking Jonathan up.
It seems that tinsel brought about lots of Christmas memories. I think we got our tree about fifteen days before Christmas. You were at the mercy of the tree lot guys, who were very scary to look at. We would pick up several, twirl them around and see if they were even.
After being cut, wadded up and hauled clear from the forests of Oregon, they were a little worse for wear. I later realized those guys worked really hard for that money and were always covered in pitch. This was a once a year money maker for them. There were maybe five tree lots in town. Now the only place you can buy a very sad tree is at Home Depot or Lowes.
There were rules. It could never come in the house that day. It had to sit outside in a pail of water while all the critters fell to the ground. We learned that after swatting all the bugs that dropped to the linoleum floor. Finally inside and firmly screwed into the red tree stand, it was ready for the boxes of ornaments.
But WAIT .... you had to wait at least one day for the branches to settle in.