Ah the Yule season. A time when we celebrate the darkest nights by decorating the pre-mulch and littering the living room with needles. It's a bit like tossing a festive head on a pike and wrapping it with blinking lights.
Oddly, Anne Marie seems to have a different opinion about these things.
She loves having a tree for the holidays, decorating it and bringing a little joyous paganism memories into the Holiday season. Still, with us going down to L.A. for the actual Christmas holiday, she was a little down on getting a all natural fire hazard tree for this year. So she did the unexpected.
She asked about getting a fake tree.
Yeah, i know what you're thinking. Mostly because it's exactly what i was thinking. Most of the fake trees i grew up with looked like someone tossed a few garbage bags through the shredder and tied them together with coat hangers. i suggested the most realistic one i could think of. Sadly, it was rejected. Possibly because it's hard to have a quiet holiday while speaking over the leaf blower motor.
Fortunately, progress has marched on and the fine craft of the other sort of resin filled greenery has gotten much better. A fair bit pricier too, but i figure that i can annualize it over five or six years and recoup the cost. i may also be able to rig it up for WiFi and save on broadband for a month or two. Of course, now the trick is finding one in stock (and figuring out where to store it once spring arrives).
Sigh. Things were so much easier when i was a bachelor.
It was amazing what one could do with enough rolls of the properly colored duct tape.
