Christmas 2020 is tucked away now, put into boxes and stored in the garage until next Christmas. I always take down tree, ornaments, and other decorations with a degree of sadness, wondering what will transpire until it’s time to put them up again.
However, now the house seems larger and Nemo is glad to get his chair back. He did not like that Christmas tree. It’s funny-as he gets older, he becomes a little more immature in his thinking. You see, when I put up the Christmas tree, I had to move his favorite chair from the window. He liked to jump up in that chair to look out of the window and, with the tree there, he could no longer do that. So, several times, he pulled the tree skirt out from under the tree–doing what he could to move it out of his chair’s rightful place.
Yesterday, the tree came down and the chair is back under the window, so Nemo is happier. He’s getting to be quite fusty, isn’t he?
The sky is gray this morning and the air is damp. Temps are forecast to drop and, by the end of the week, snow is a possibility. This is the perfect weather for reading a good cozy mystery or for writing one. We can’t do a thing about the weather, so we might as well enjoy it. I wish Nemo had felt the same way about the Christmas tree.
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