Okay – tomorrow I will post a picture of our real tree but try not to expect too much more. We’ve hauled it into the living room, where its broad, unpruned branches are stretching pretty much from one wall to the other.
Let me at ’em!’And when I’m done, there may be enough branches left for one or two ornaments. And let me tell you what I had to go through to unearth those ornaments!
They’re in the storage shed, Simon said. They’re near the door of the shed – right on top of everything else – easy to get to!
Right. I took a flashlight out to the shed (after plodding through knee-deep snow) and there, sure enough, second storage bin down – a bin of ornaments! Lovely. But how many bins are there? And where’s the Christmas tree stand?
I hunted, I dug – worked my way around a worktable of some sort, climbed over a mountain bike and clambered on top of a wooden bin. There – in the far corner – behind the summer truck tires and two enormous amps – a tipped-over on its side tree stand – and also a tippy box I recognized as holding more decorations.
To get to them, I maneuvered myself on top of the wooden bin, climbed over top of a picture frame and balanced precariously on two plastics bins – I then scaled the tires, leaned tippily across the amps and clung upside-down to the backside of them, hauling up first the box and then the stand.
After that, I remembered the first rule of mountaineering – never go up something you can’t come back down. Yes, reversing my climb was a tad awkward, especially since the shed was dark and I’d left the flashlight illuminating everything except the terrain I had to descend.
I did make it. But I just want to be clear that the decorations were not quite in the location described.
So – we have a tree that we are about to decorate (after pruning). We also have a fridge crammed with food. We shopped for everything we needed for the next four days – a LOT of food. I leaned against the door to shut it.
The presents are wrapped. This is as ready as we’re ever going to be. Whew.