O Christmas Tree

O Christmas Tree
15 December 2008

Today I went shopping for my anniversary gift. James and I hope to make a nice garden in our backyard… and he wanted to get started on it as my anniversary gift. However, considering the major amount of work that has to be done back there… I don’t think it’s a good idea. So instead, I’m making my first container garden. It will consist of a tomato plant, two thyme plants, and two chocolate mint plants that smell delicious! I’m very excited about it! I’m making this to show off for my dad. See Dad? You can grow tomatoes here all winter! You should move here!

I’m writing this note earlier in the day than usual so I can upload it (from church) since we still don’t have internet at home. Today is the day though! Sometime between 6PM and midnight the three green lights should start to shine on my router… indicating that internet has arrived! I’m hoping to restrain myself from a six-hour vigil. I’ve decided to distract myself with deep-cleaning in the living room and dining room… the most habitable rooms at the moment. And if I can finish them to my satisfaction, I’ll put up my Christmas tree. And no, Jane, I won’t slack on the project to avoid putting up the tree. If I’m going to put it up, I need to do it soon. Because the prospect will only become more and more annoying the longer I wait. For those who don’t know, I haven’t put a Christmas tree in approximately five years. In a moment of unprecedented holiday cheer (and giddiness because we had closed on our house) I made a rash promise to my mother that I was putting up a tree this year in celebration. Well, the giddiness wore off. And so did the holiday cheer. But the promise remains. I’ve tried to get out of it. By asking. By begging. Be substituting a variety of things… like what if I put Christmas lights on my palm tree? *shudder shudder* Or what if I put lights on my indoor topiary? It looks a Christmas tree! Or what if Mom sends me a picture of HER tree and I tape it to the window? But no. Nothing but an actual Christmas Tree will do… So I’m hoping today will be the day. And I’m hoping it will be so much fun.

So I just talked to my mom on the phone and she asked me how ‘cold’ it is here. Cold is a relative term. Today it isn’t cold here. It’s 75 degrees. A few days ago it was very cold here. It was 65 degrees. At Mom’s house it is 30 degrees and there’s an ice storm in the forecast. Joy. I guess that’s what she gets for holding me to a foolish vow made in a moment I wasn’t thinking straight.