Twenty-five Days and Counting
Happy December everybody. Have you opened that first little door on your advent calendar yet? (Have you opened all the doors and eaten all the chocolate already?!) I had a good Thanksgiving weekend (entry and photos to come). We put up our Christmas decorations and the tree last night and I am now officially in a frenzy of excitement about going home for Christmas. We're going early because my cousin is getting married, so I only have to wait two weeks until we're in the place with the snow and the carpeted floors and the central heating and the family and friends and kitties I love. I can't wait! We were just there two or three weeks ago (entry and photos to come--I know, I'm a slacker), but we basically got back on the plane as soon as we got off, so I'm looking forward to spending some real quality time doing things like sleeping in, having a Lord of the Rings marathon, shopping at all my favorite stores, eating at all my favorite restaurants, and making snow angels in the backyard. Ethan will spend 80 percent of his time skiing the Greatest Snow on Earth, but then he'll come over to my parents' house (we each stay with our parents when we go home) in the evening, freshly showered, tired, pink-cheeked, and bundled in fleece, and we'll snuggle on the couch in the basement like we did in the olden days. I hate to say it, but it must be done: There's no place like home.
OH MY GOD, can you believe it's December already? I'm so jealous you got your tree already! Today I helped myself to some tacky Christmas decorations to hang outside... tee hee.
Yes, we got our tree already, if by "got" you mean hauled out from behind the entertainment center, pulled out of the box, folded down the limbs, and fluffed up to look "natural." I've never had a real tree in the house and I think Ethan's now converted to the artificial camp as well. The only thing that's missing is some pine-fresh potporri to complete the grand deception.
mmmmm central heating... I so jealous! Our house is freezing and our landlord doesn't believe in heat (we do live in southern california after all). So we hover around the space heater and wear layers.
When I visit my brother in Chicago I'm always amazed at how toasty his house is.
I miss real trees. A couple of Christmases, my dad chopped down a tree in our yard in Virginia to use inside the house. We had so many little evergreens around the yard, that we never missed them.
Of course, he would put a new seedling in its place ... quite environmentalist of him for the '70s.