1. I spent Saturday afternoon putting up the Christmas tree in the little house at the Vinyl Village. Those of you who have been around a while might recall that I go a little nuts with the Christmas tree lights. My 7.5 foot tree normally sports over 1000 white lights, delicately woven from trunk to tip. Well, this year, several strands of my lights decided to depart this Earth while waiting in the attic for the holiday season. And since I have about as much Christmas spirit as the love child of Scrooge and the Grinch, I made do with only 600 this year. That sound you hear is the power company’s stock dropping on this news.
2. My crazy mama had a date on Friday. She met the gentleman at one of the local gambling establishments. (“Don’t you dare tell your Granny!” she warned) I was to call at 9:30 in order to give mama an “out” if the date was a dud, but it slipped my mind. “That’s alright.” she said the next morning when I called to apologize for my forgetfulness. “You’da been interrupting something if you had called! He’s six foot two and hung like a bull! And Lord, he has stamina. I’m not as young as I used to be you know…I think I’m gonna go take me a nap.” That sound you hear is me gagging.
3. I’ve got a question about lawn maintenance. Is there a reason we must rake leaves? Is it bad for the lawn to just leave them there? Since I was a child, the only reason I can think of to rake leaves (other than removing them from walks and driveways, which makes sense) is to make a pile to jump in. Otherwise, why bother? The street I grew up on is canopied with large trees and I still love the “whoosh” of leaves in the fall as you drive down it–sending a cloud of fallen leaves into the air behind the car. I like the gentle rustle of leaves moving across the lawn in a breeze. Maybe I’m just lazy, but I say leave them.
4. I think we all get a song stuck in our head from time to time, but I’ve been getting them “stuck” a lot more the past month or so. I don’t know what’s up with that! Everything from the theme to “The Fall Guy” to the Black Eyed Peas…might be a sign of insanity.