Saturday was D-Day at the Burns residence. The day to drag out – and put out – symbols of the season throughout our home.
Our outdoor decorations went up just after Thanksgiving. That turned out to be quite fortunate as Saturday’s air temperature was rendered irrelevant by a steady wind which made it really feel like it was 20-something. This 50-something guy was much better off a couple of weeks earlier negotiating 50-something degrees while stringing lights around holly bushes, hanging up live swags, etc.
The wife was also more efficient converting the outside of the house to a more seasonal look in those prior, warmer circumstances – she seems to enjoy getting ahead of polar cold even more so than I. (I have found after years of studying this issue her interest in outdoor projects increases significantly in accordance with a significant increase in outdoor temperatures…)
I should note our live tree was purchased Friday and had already taken up its designated position inside, patiently awaiting decoration. I am confident if the tree could speak it would say “thank you” for getting inside when it did.
This is my wife and I’s thirty-third Christmas together…the eleventh in our current location. We certainly know each other quite well – we also know much about our place.
And on this Decoration Day 2016 it also became apparent…our decorations knew their places.
The ornaments, figurines, plates, bowls, candle holders, etc. spend eleven months of the year safely stored in a couple of large, U-Haul moving boxes. Said boxes are quite sturdy. Other characteristics they possess include being, a) large and, b) heavy. As we’ve gotten older a new goal of Decoration Day evolved… for neither of us to get hurt. I get the boxes out and into position to kick things off each year, signing up for what you think would represent the activity with the highest degree of potential danger. That being said it should be noted at one point Saturday I saw my wife negotiating one now-empty box back to its closet…but the box seemed to be winning.
As for these decorations knowing their places…mind you it didn’t get as bad as the tree ornaments being hung in the same location on this year’s tree as on prior ones…but we set about staging the rest of the house like it was last year…the year before…the year before that. I know…you’re thinking a lot of people probably are the same way. But consider no hesitation towards how every nook and cranny should look. No second-guessing. No “where do we put this?”
I fail to notice things once in a while. I forget things occasionally. Aging may not be the proper excuse just yet. I’m a male…yeah, let’s go with that one.
But I had not noticed this previously…it was indeed like our decorations knew their places.
We were but on auto-pilot executing their direction to their rightful spots.
Another event that always happens while these veterans establish their locations is my wife periodically rattles off where we got this, who gave us that, etc.
I can say with absolute certainty my wife would be more likely to forget who I was than the genealogy of any of these items.
If this all sounds a tad OCD we probably have trace amounts of that running through our relationship. What we absolutely share huge quantities of is a mutual agreement of what we like, what makes us happy…and certainly what images of our home make us most comfortable this time of year.
And if you think there couldn’t possibly be a wild, unpredictable and zany side to this couple…get a load of what we did after realizing we bought an extra string of tree lights this year:
We helped the rookie decoration know its place.
(The exercise bike knew its “place” already…it takes the whole month of December off every year…)