Our walk on Thursday was far from pleasant, as we battled the elements. I wore two sweatshirts, with both hoods up over my cap, and my winter walking trousers. The sun glasses were more to protect my eyes from objects that were being hurled around in the sharp gale. Of course, Thursday was the day that I bumped into one of my neighbours, who had just returned from a week in New York City, and was looking radiantly glamourous. She did a double take, as although I wont describe myself a radiant, I can occasionally pull off glamourous, or at least somewhat elegant. Today I was far from any of the above. Walking back to the office, the trees were swaying so fiercely, we wondered if our weekend activity of 'tree decorating' would be viable.


The morning was brisk, but dry, and we left my house and headed to Costco. We did not have a particular agenda, but thought it would put us in a 'tree decorating' mood. Sandra, who had originally wanted to join us for the outing, was otherwise engaged, as an old lady she knew had departed from this world and insisted that Sandra's family be part of the 'outgoing' procession. However, as next weekend is the last shopping weekend before heading home, we would not have time for frivolities, and if we were going to 'trim a tree', this was the week to do it. After eating a lot of Belgian chocolate biscuits, and drinking eggnog based beverages we left and headed north. Walmart was exceptionally busy. We picked up our groceries, and headed for the check out. Someone had placed some glittery letters along a check out conveyor belt, spelling, 'all cream'. This made little sense to those who were queuing alongside, and I decided to be the one who changed the anagram, into 'Real Calm'. This seemed to suit everyone in the queue, and we headed towards our cashier. With a badge of honour, stating that the employee had worked at Walmart for a decade and a half, Samantha was rather stunned, as the lady held up a vegetable, pondered and then consulted her 'list'. "You would think that after fifteen years, she would know what a sweet potato was', whispered my daughter to me. I found this to be highly amusing and started to giggle. Samantha was next to be served and she packed and paid for her shopping. It was then my turn. As I stood at the end of the stall, the cashier piled my shopping on top of a turntable, and I attempted to take the items and put them in my bags. My daughter was obviously feeling rather 'impish', and started to move the turntable back and forth, making it difficult for me to take my wares. The cashier was uncertain as to whether to be amused, and started to smile, but then regained composure and stopped. She did this several times, before I realised what was happening. I thought the turntable was being moved by the cashier!


We waved at intervals, as car horns were depressed, acknowledging our efforts, and strung our baubles around our tree. We tied them securely to the branches, and made bows and ribbons with the excess tinsel. There was a lot of excess tinsel! Finally, the girls placed the two large silver bells atop the small tannenbaum, and we stood back to admire our masterpiece. It did look very glittery. It was rather severely decorated, and perhaps not as classy as we had wanted, but definitely 'eye catching'. Not the most decorated tree, but definitely the most decorated per square inch! We made mental notes that 'next time', we should pick a bigger tree, and 'section' it. Samantha and Sandra took the pieces that had fallen from a neighbouring tree, no doubt not secured as recommended and had fallen foul of the wind, and placed them very securely upon an undressed fir behind 'ours'.

We headed back to the car, and I held tight to the bag with all the cardboard and plastic containers, all of which would be properly disposed, thus adhering to the state laws regarding 'trash'. All that was left to do was to remember where 'our' tree was, geographically, so that we could take down the decorations at the appropriate time. Driving past to take another picture, and because we were unable to turn left onto the highway, we bid our tree farewell, and felt rather excited to be part of the tradition! The people who had climbed the steep hillside to decorate their tree, were on their way down, and we trusted that they, too, had taken note of the bylaws, and regulations that have been adhered to, so that this particular past time can continue without complaint!


Dana and I finished our evening by attending our neighbour's 86th birthday party. We enjoyed a very nice evening in the company of people we now call our friends, and by the time I returned home I was quite exhausted.

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