Our Christmas tree went missing the other day.
I should begin by explaining that it was a live tree. And practically dead. And once the ornaments were stripped off and retired for another year Mark tossed the thing outside (along with about 1,000,000 pine needles) on the front lawn to wait until treecyling day. (Trust me when I say that dumping an ex-Christmas tree on the front lawn isn’t nearly as trailer-trashy as it sounds. It is acceptable practice here in the neighborhood!)
I woke up the other morning, sleepy as ever, and padded downstairs to start prepping the girls lunches. As I peered groggily out the kitchen window I noticed something strange. Our neighbour’s front lawn had suddenly become a miniature forest – of evergreens – standing tall, stuck here and there in the snowdrifts.
I went to our front window to see if our tree was still there. It wasn’t.
I had to laugh. I was talking about doing the very same thing last year. I thought the girls would enjoy waking up to find a forest (albeit a temporary one) right outside our front door.
Anyway, I checked back awhile later and all the trees were gone.
(I would have kept them.) ;)
Sarah and I were lying in bed this morning when she turned and felt under her pillow.
“So did the tooth fairy bring you anything?” I asked.
She loosened the strings on her small velvet pouch.
“Yep!” she exclaimed happily, and proudly showed me a two dollar coin. And then she got serious.
“You know how I know there’s a tooth fairy, and not a parent giving me money?” she asked.
“No … ”
“Because you never even give me fifty cents.”
1) The first cup of coffee is so good that no other cup of coffee can beat it. Ever.
2) I am incredibly sore. I went to the gym yesterday, for the first time in three weeks. It hurts to raise my arms… but I can live with that for now. I don’t see myself needing to do raise my arms very often today. Ha ha.
3) I have two writing assignments and one web design-related project to work on today. But first, coffee and some verbiage to help clear my brain.
4) There has been a lot being written around the blogosphere about New Year’s resolutions. Should you make them? Skip them? How specific or general should they be? Why do we lose steam? Why bother etc etc. There’s already been all kinds of pontification and I don’t really want to add to the noise (yet here I am, ha!) but there was one post which made me stop and think, and that was Ginger’s (who, in turn borrowed from another blog). The idea is this: instead of making a resolution, choose one word to live by and adopt it as your own for the entire year. Ginger chose “grow.”
I like this idea. And I’ve been chewing on the idea for awhile and haven’t yet come up with a good, all encompassing word which will motivate me to reach a higher level of conscious living. But I will!
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