I kept passing a group of three elderly gentlemen doing their shopping together. In the produce department, one of them was trying to convince his buddies to include collard greens on the menu. In the baking department, they all three debated the merits of imitation vanilla flavoring versus pure extract. Clearly, they needed a little direction in the matter, but the debate was so heated and humorous that none of the ladies on the isle, including me, felt compelled to jump in and help. I saw them for the last time in the frozen foods when I laughed out loud over their sheer jubilation over discovering frozen pie shells. Apparently, there was great relief that they weren't going to have to make their own for a peach pie. There was a little holiday display of joy that was hilarious, and it reminded me how important it is to keep a playful attitude.
While I was camped out in a check out lane, Buzzard was hard at work here at home. Today was tree day. It is Buzz's job to prepare the tree, and I do the decorating. I'm a stickler for fluffy branches. He fluffs and preens each branch of our artificial tree for me, then wraps each one individually with lights. There may be a little truth to the claim that I am notoriously picky when it comes to our tree. Buzzard is a trooper. He fluffs, then wraps, then painstakingly hides all the cord connections. For most of the process I stayed on the couch, under a warm quilt, and very helpfully pointed out the bald spots. I know he found my direction to be valuable. I really couldn't get up and help because the dog was sleeping on my lap, and I had someone who wanted to play in the couch cushions.
So I snapped pictures and dispensed tips. Tree tips. They were very necessary. Now tomorrow I will be ready for the fun part. I get to add the ornaments and ribbons and berries. Buzzard may very well be camped out on the couch, under a warm quilt and a lazy dog. The dog gets off good two days in a row.
So, the question of the day is....white lights or colored? I'm a fan of the white lights, and when we bought our pre-lit tree several years ago, I was thrilled that it was wired with thousands of tiny white lights. The lights only worked perfectly that first year. Eventually we gave up trying to replace bulbs and strands and decided to rewrap the whole tree, branch by branch, every single year. Buzzard reserved the right to choose the lights since he is the official installer. Colored lights. He chose colored ones. Nary a white light on the whole tree. This will be my third year with colors, and I have to say the adjustment is coming slowly for me. I will also say that of the five people in this house who are of voting age, four people voted for colored lights. Is this household really an accurate representation of lighting choices in this day and age? Are colors the new white?
White lights? Or colored??
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My choice would actually be all BLUE lights, but no one ever agrees with me, so we have colored. I do like colored, but I think an all blue tree would be so pretty!
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