Today was another busy day, with a lot of coming and going in many different directions. The morning swept by so quickly I only remember one accomplishment: we read two chapters in Luke, bringing us up to chapter 10, just where we should be.
I’m still pleasantly surprised at how engaged the younger ones are in this process, taking it in as though they’ve never really heard it before. They really wanted to hear that second chapter, objecting when I suggested maybe we should do it later in the day. I think doing this at Christmas time while we look forward to celebrating the birth of Jesus makes a difference. It seems to bring home the reality of what we are reading – not just a narrative from long ago, but the real earthly life of Jesus.
I also managed to trim the trunk of the Christmas tree with the circular saw. Not the ideal tool, I know, but it got the job done.
As soon as it was done, Natalie and Becca hauled the tree into the house and we tried to set it up. Since we’re helpless wimminfolk, we couldn’t make the stupid thing stand upright. We had to lean it in a corner and wait for Perry to come home and fix it.
I was afraid the trunk was too small for our base, and Perry agreed – until he took a closer look. He had a good laugh over this, since the problem was pretty obvious: I had neglected to trim the lower branches, so the tree wasn’t seated firmly in the base. It dangled and swung freely from the points where the four screws hit it.
Once he fixed that little problem, we realized there was a second problem: the trunk really was too small to be held firmly by the base we had. Now it was my turn to laugh, but I held my peace in quiet dignity. Then he mentioned that IF ONLY SOMEBODY HADN’T THROWN AWAY THE DOOR SHIMS, WE COULD USE THOSE TO MAKE IT FIT. Yes, it was me. I threw them away. I threw away perfectly good little 10 cent scraps of wood. See why my house is a mess? One of us is an aspiring hoarder, and it’s not me. If he had his way, we would be buried in an avalanche of DVDs, blankets, hand tools, and paperwork.
One of us is an aspiring minimalist, and it’s not Perry or any of his offspring. That’s not to say I am a minimalist, because if I were, he and the kids would bury me in a shallow grave somewhere. I just aspire, then go with the flow.
No, one look at our house and you’ll know we’re not minimalists. We have more books, children and loveseats than any sane person I know, and the Christmas explosion is growing day by day. Today we were the happy recipients of a beautiful little angelic candleholder, and a thick, heavy 8′ long piece of artificial pine garland. It’s almost too big to go indoors, so we’re thinking it might make a very nice wreath for the front of the house if we coil it into a big ring.
For a fun touch today, I dabbed drops of peppermint oil on some of the light bulbs around the house. Bethany had no idea what I was doing, but after I visited the room where she was playing I heard her yell out, “Candy canes! I smell candy canes!”
What happened in your day?