Danny is home. I have all four boys home for a few weeks. It’s loud and fun and funny here. And, I am trying hard to keep the horrific killings in CT at a distance. I’m trying to not cling to my great huge children. I am also avoiding the news vultures like crazy. Yikes – talk about how to make something terrible even worse.
To that end, I’ve been watching a lot of really terrible Hallmark Christmas movies. Wow! They are terrible. I could be a screenwriter if that’s all they need. While I watch, I’ve been revamping some of our Christmas decorations and making new ones. You’ve seen the wreath which, in my own humble opinion, is pretty and worthy of a much nicer house. Now, meet the Harry Potter Garden Gnome Tree Angel!
From Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: “The Weasleys and their guests were sitting in the living room, which Ginny had decorated so lavishly that it was rather like sitting in a paper-chain explosion. Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up carrots for Christmas dinner. Stupefied, painted gold and stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowered down at them all, the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen, with a large bald head like a potato and rather hairy feet.”
Yep. That’s going to top our tree this year. I think we’ll secure it with some twine. Mike thinks I’ve gone completely around the bend, but the boys think it’s a riot. And, it’s much funnier in real life than in the pictures my little camera takes. And, really, who cares? It makes me happy. It makes the boys and most of their friends crack up and Mike is coming round to the ugly little thing.
In other news, the stoopid-1960 tree has lights – lots of them and what an odd combination of them. We are still struggling to find a time when everyone is home to decorate the tree. It’s not looking likely. Someone is going to be left out this year. :::sniff:::: I knew it was coming, but I had hoped for another year or two of all of us being home to decorate the tree while we watched Christmas Vacation.
Not much else is new here. Scout’s head is all swollen up again. She had been doing pretty well after the last bout of whatever this is. The vet wants to try another round of antibiotics, but I think this is going to be the last thing we do. She’s so sad and old and, right now, swollen. It’s breaking my heart, this cannot continue. It’s not fair to Scout.
Hope you all are well and enjoying your holidays.