If you said, "Christmas!" you get one bonus point. If you said, "The song was published in 1951, written by Meredith Willson, performed by Perry Como and a bunch of other artists," you get 50 bonus points. If you asked, "Has winter come to the Tropical Tip?" you get no bonus points. It's a gray day, the aftermath of the norther that came through yesterday, but at noon it is 65º out, and the north wind has dropped to 10 mph; I even got a bicycle ride in this morning.
On Thanksgiving, I did a bit of outdoor decorating; nothing major, some lights and a wreath on the railing on our deck, facing the canal. I put them on a timer, so it doesn't take much attention once they're up. Today, I decided it was time to put up the tree.
For a lot of years, it had been a tradition for us to put up the tree on our anniversary in early December. Last year, knowing I was going into the hospital for prostate cancer surgery on Nov 30th, we put the tree up on Thanksgiving. I kinda liked having it up early, considering that last year (with the pandemic) could use some cheering up.
One of us is like Buddy the Elf around this season. I won't mention any names, but it's me. I got the tree and decorations out of our underneath storage. It's an artificial tree, but it looks great: tall and slender, it fits in our cottage home; it has pre-strung lights that can be multi-colored, just white, solid glowing, or blinking. The most fun for me is getting out what I call the personal decorations; some were made by Steph when she was a kid, many were picked up in our travels, representing some special times. Feel good stuff. I supplement that with other more typical ornaments. I like how it looks...
We had Alexa play some Christmas music; while I worked on the tree, Joan put up some other wall and table decorations. We also have a "Sandy Claws" photo of each of the cats we've had in the family; the girls all looked like they were being punished, Rufus looks like, "I look good, huh!"
That is one of my favorite photos of him.
Speaking of Rufus, I took him outside after lunch. He likes to get his face in the grass...
While looking around, I saw this in the grass...
It looks like a green butterfly, it's a bit of clover that lost a leaf. But, back to Rufus: I probably don't have to tell you he's a good boy, but he is. A clean boy, too. Sometimes he doesn't look too dignified in the process...
He said, "Dude, would you like me to post a photo of you washing your balls?" The furry boy has a point. But, even spread-eagle, he's still handsome.
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