So anyways. . .
yesterday after chores were done we headed out to go find our tree.
We stopped at Tim Horton's for a sandwich combo which includes a donut.
He said.. . "why are you eating your donut first?"
I said. . ."am I?"
These are the words of a woman battling flu and the determination to keep moving until . . .
everything is just right.
I put down my donut. . .and picked up my sandwich. . .
It is not an easy thing finding an open gated Tree Farm on November 24th.
We drove past several with gates firmly locked. . .whilst the cheery signs on the roadway . ..
gave us the good news that they will be open this coming weekend.
We drove on . . .
wondering if we would have to visit the fake tree store.
It was about this time that I spotted a cheery sign for Frosty's Tree Farm.
They promised to be open this coming weekend.
They had no gate.
I instructed my tree cutter to drive on in. . .
I'd do the talking.
The tree farm fellow was on his yard. .
I explained that I needed a tree today. .
I crunched dollar bills in my pocket. .
and he went to get a brand new saw.
We came home with our tree.
Last I heard. . .
was an announcement from the garage .. .
"it's crooked". . .he said
"If it was perfect. . .everyone would think it was fake". . .I said.
Tomorrow. . .
the lights go on. . .
the ornaments get hung. .
my girlfriends are coming to help with the last of the decorating. . .
and my feet go up.