That’s right, no blogging. I am going to turn off the computer. I am going to shut it down, not simply hibernate. I am going to close the lid on the laptop. No blogging today. I am not going to check my site stats or look at all those pesky Freshly Pressed boxes. I am not going to hunt for clever blogs, I am not going to attempt to lure readers my way. Forget it.
I am going to decorate the tree. It’s in the house, it’s in it’s place, it’s been watered, but it has been naked for the past week and I am embarrassed!
My usual decorator is sick. I am going to enter the chilly garage and haul down the plastic boxes full of way too many ornaments for such a small tree. I am putting my foot down.
Ivan usually decorates the tree with glee. A tradition. He decorates, I watch. His method is to methodically place every available ornament and garish garland on the tree, helter skelter. Charming. This year I am going to take advantage of him. He’s in bed, still recovering slowly but surely from Pneumonia. I will decorate the tree. I will ruthlessly weed out the odd, ugly, no-nostalgia-attached ornaments, and donate them to the thrift shop. Only the most beautiful and heartwarming ornaments will preside this year. This year we will be able to see some greenery beneath the decorations.
Which is why I will not be blogging today.