I miss the scent of real Christmas trees, but I don't miss cleaning up the fallen needles. One year my parents put up a beautiful blue spruce. The needles were tough and sharp as tacks. We were stepping on them through March. Pity, because the look and smell of the blue spruce were hard to beat. I guess the needles are their natural defense against the Christmas decorating industry. If I ever spend Christmas in my own place I'll get a balsam fir. Traveling for several days over Christmas makes putting up a real tree problematic.
I have an apple tart in the oven. I think dinner will be around one: turkey (from a microwavable package), dressing, gravy, peas, a fresh baked roll or two, and apple tart with cream. Plus early afternoon wine, for that extra touch of decadence. I could bake a sweat potato or some winter squash, but my stomach's gonna approach critical mass as it is.
Oh, I have to have a real tree. I also insist my parents get a real tree too, since I am their tree decorating elf.
Oh, since we were talking about ATM Machines and so on here, I wanted to mention that a friend was just complaining about "underground caves".
There seems to be a hole in the market for 12 Days of Christmas underwear too.
There seems to be a hole in the market for 12 Days of Christmas underwear too.
Oh man, I would so buy them.
In my head, underground caves are below sea level. Is that not so?
That one actually makes sense to me, because there are caves set into hills/mountains etc, and caves you have to go below ground to get into.
Yeah, that's pretty much how I think about it.
Emmett is already in his tuxedo for Thanksgiving. He doesn't need much prompting to bust out the tux.
I'm still trying to figure out why all musicals have to be based on a movie these days. Isn't there any original theater left?
Plenty. Just not usually on Broadway.
I recently discovered that the cave my grandparents used to work at has a web page. [link] We used to spend two weeks with them every summer and my grandfather would let me help give the tours. I wish I had some of those old postcards.
I am on my own today. I slept 'til 11, fed the cats, washed some dishes, made coffee and gave each cat some lap time. Eventually I might make some enchiladas. My only (vague) reference to tradition is the pumpkin cheese chocolate ganache I have sitting in the fridge.
