The tree made it through last night’s New Year’s party, but not a day longer. This morning it was CRISPY. It gave up its ghost, just like that. I am always sad to strip a tired tree of its Christmas glory and magic. I remember the night we picked this one out–it was a wet snowy evening and all the trees in the lot were so fresh and living. The fragrance was heavenly as it came into our home. Now it’s gone. Finished. Tired.
I love these German ornaments. Each one makes me smile. It was hard to wrap them up and put them away until next year. We’re not sure where we’ll be next year. Things may be very different for us, so I wanted to soak in every moment here this year.
The other sad thing on my mind today on my birthday, is the eBike sitting out in the garage with a bow on it. Thinking about it is giving me anxiety. Today I am a 67 year-OLD lady. I don’t ride bikes. I haven’t seriously ridden a bike since I was 30. I’m not sure what John was thinking. I’m losing sleep over this one. I think it needs to go back to where it came from. I’m not going to die on a bicycle.
