Time of the season...

If you said, "The Zombies, 1968," you get 300 bonus points.

Today was the day.  On the way back from lunch out, I said to Joan, "So, I suppose you wouldn't be in favor of setting up the new Christmas tree, huh?"  Just a rhetorical question, but I knew what was in store for me when we got home: it is time for the outdoor Christmas lights to come down.

We had quadrupled the density of the lights, so even though it was only the width of the deck, there were a lot of lights on that railing.  It takes time to separate and take down without all of them crashing down to the dock below.  Fortunately, I had help: Rufus held the twist-ties as I removed them.  Yes, I'm kidding... mostly he just waited until I wasn't looking then scampered to where I couldn't see him.  Not running off, but "hide and seek" wasn't part of my plan with getting the lights down and put away.

Well, that's it - the Christmas season is officially over.  Now we're into the "hoping for good weather so we can go see some dolphins, before we get ready to head west" season.