Got a tree. Fraser fir, and seems very fresh. We've not had a real tree for, gosh, I don't know how long it's been. So long ago, we even had to get a tree stand. Way back when I was in the midst of making babies, I became allergic to both cats and Christmas trees. I remember the last year we had a real tree in the house (twenty-something years ago?) and I had bronchitis so bad that I took the tree down right after dinner on Christmas night. Happened several years in a row before I figured out what was going on. That's been so long ago. We got an artificial the next year, and our second fake tree fell apart last year. I promised the kids we'd go the real route this year. We'll see how it goes. Gary says that at the first sign of me not being able to breathe, or beginning to cough, out it goes. My hero. Usually I'm good until it begins to dry out. That's why we waited so long.
Shopped with oldest daughter yesterday. As we were heading out of town, she asked if we could just take it slow, and not hurry at all. And that's what we did. Went to a small town east of here, puttered around, bought things in a couple of consignment shops and had a restful day. Came home to an easy dinner, since Gary had already bought some groceries while we were gone.
Speaking of which. I realize I don't appreciate him like I should. He really does take good care of me, puts me first and guards our time jealously. He's the romantic, I'm the practical one. Isn't that backwards?
A busy week ahead. Must get my head on straight, so I can E.N.J.O.Y. it.
