It rained last night accompanied by thunder and lightning. I got up this morning to an overcast gray day, had breakfast and my cup of coffee. And then I guess I lost my mind.
What Happens When You Don’t Think Things Through:
Before I could even think it through I’d gone outside and brought my red beverage tub in. Remember that one? The one I’ve put a Christmas tree in ever since I found the stand at the antique mall.
It had water in it from the rain, but I soon got it all cleaned up.
Then I was up on a step ladder in my closet digging around in the big red zippered bag that holds my three tabletop trees. One green, one white and one red.
I had it in my mind to use the white one like I did last year. But I couldn’t find the stands for either the red or the white one.
So I dug out the green tree. I plopped it in the red tub and started messing with the branches.
And Then The Lights Came On:
Then I plugged it in and smiled as the little lights came on. I was looking at the tree and the lights and the branches I will be fluffing all day long, when I happened to look down.
Ivy was chewing on the cord right where it goes in the wall. Ivy, stop that! I shooed her away and looked for something to temporarily cover it with.
Then she decided she would explore the bottom of the beverage tub. About a foot off the ground there are two bars that form an X to keep the stand steady. (Well, let’s hope anyway…)
But What Was I Thinking?
Oh my Lord. What was I thinking?
Ivy is a master at finding new things to get into. And here I just brought in the ultimate toy. A Christmas tree in a beverage stand.
But you see, I missed the lights. I don’t care all that much about a Christmas tree otherwise. But I love to have the lights on I as go about my day.
Many people (especially bloggers) have probably had their tree or trees up for a month. They’ve crafted like crazy, already made three kinds of fudge, and have their homes all dolled up for Christmas.
I Had Planned To Go Minimalist:
But I was going to go the minimalist route this year. Just decorate a few spots here and there, I told myself.
Last year I put my tree next to the green sideboard the TV is on. But I have my desk next to it now. However in the past I’ve had my tree right in the corner where the living room adjoins the dining area.
Naturally I kept looking at that corner and imagining the tree there. Because there’s really no place else to put one unless I want it on the ceiling.
I kept thinking about how the lights could be seen from everywhere but the kitchen. How they would be reflected in the patio door when the light is dim.
What I really need to be doing is cleaning this dusty apartment. I need to mop all the floors and clean the bathroom.
And now I’ve gone and put a Christmas tree in a beverage stand on a dirty floor and I will have to move it to mop.
But good Lord I have a 7 month old kitten in the house. One that is particularly nosy and rambunctious. And tears through here like she’s full of caffeine.
“Oh Ivy,” is what I hear myself say all day long as I right lamps and whatever else she’s knocked over.
I have to scold her when she’s chewing on my shoes (who ever heard of a cat chewing shoes? I thought that was a dog’s domain?).
I have to grab them from her because she’s already chewed down the backs of them. And I haven’t had them more than a month or so.
This morning I got up from the yoga mat after stretching and slipped my shoes on and there was a spring toy shoved inside. One that I accidentally stepped on so now it looks a bit wonky.
I’ve resorted to putting my yard stick in front of the washer because she keeps scooting it under there. Then I have to move the heavy washer out and get it out for her. I’ll probably trip on that yard stick because it sticks out.
The Ominous Quiet:
If it’s quiet around here, it feels a bit ominous. I can be typing along as I am now, and realize that I haven’t seen or heard Ivy in a few minutes.
A few minutes can spell disaster. So I feel compelled to get up and look for her.
Oh my word, what was I thinking?
This could be the stupidest thing I’ve attempted since Ivy came to live here. Putting up a Christmas tree and hoping against hope that she will not destroy it.
Or chew through a wire. Or ye Gods try to climb the stand and bring the whole thing crashing to the floor.
Oh, But I Missed Those Lights:
The only explanation I have for this lunacy is that I really missed those Christmas tree lights. I couldn’t help thinking about sitting here on the couch and sipping eggnog while gazing at the lights on the tree.
I may regret this. I may have just begun putting up a tree I might have to take right back down, depending on her agility and creativity.
But maybe, just maybe, I might get to enjoy the Christmas tree lights for the month of December. Without too much damage and mayhem.
If not, then I have truly and temporarily lost my ever lovin’ mind.