It was a dark and stormy night...well, not really, but I always wanted to start a post off with that. Yesterday was beautiful and sunny - most likely the last day we'll see 60-degree weather for a while, since those that are they are calling whomever they call for cold rain tomorrow, dipping the temperature into the 40's for the rest of the week.
I decided to take advantage of the beautiful warmth and get busy with the Christmas decorating - particularly that of the front porch, since last year Mother Nature thought it was so much fun to have it blustery, cold and snowy on that particular day. This year she was kind to me. Though I'm sure I heard her snickering when the wind bellowed at the most inopportune times.
What hasn't been kind is the pre-lit Christmas tree I bought five years ago. Sure, it was perfect and wonderful the first couple of years, but year-before-last it decided to start a revolt. Slowly strands of the 600 lights started to burn extra bright, then 50 lights at a time, snuff themselves out.
Unswayed by the obvious lack of Christmas Spirit my tree was presenting, last year I wrestled it into submission, only to have it mock me by rearranging its sections so I ended up with what looked like a pregnant tree:
Of course it wasn't until I had strung extra lights to fill in the dark places and decorated the entire tree that I noticed the faux pas. Murphy and his Law were laughing hysterically.
The tree wrestling of 2008 commenced, as I un-decorated it, took it apart and put it back together again - then re-added the few hundred lights to even it out where the snuffed out lights were staring blankly amongst the branches. I thought about just buying a new one, but couldn't bring myself to pay the exorbitant amount it costs to get a 9-foot tree. Since our ceilings are so high, anything shorter looks more like a toy tree, not a grand Christmas Tree.
Yesterday hubby helped me move the 60+ pound box out of the shed for me to start the tree wrestling event of 2009. Then he retreated into his man cave with his buddy to record some music - taking the opportunity of my not being in there tapping away at my keyboard causing irregular sound into the recorded tracks, while Princess Nagger
hid played in the ginoromous tree box as I wrestled the sections together.
Once all the sections were successfully put into place and the confusion of light chords were tamed into submission, the moment had arrived to flip the switch and see where the pile of light strings would need to be placed to even out the darkened branches. This year the tree decided it was too tired to perform. Only about one-quarter of the lights are actually functioning. Less than half of the lights on the bottom section. Of four sections.
So much for the "convenience" of a 'pre-lit' tree.
Today I will figure out which box I put the lights in from last year so I can see if I have enough to light up the tree and run out and buy more if necessary. Then Princess Nagger can help me decorate as she is so anxious to do. It will be a nice festive thing to do on a dark and stormy