“I need a Hallmark Christmas movie on. My failure is too loud in this room.”
We were trying to be proactive and get the Christmas tree up early. And hopefully go through a couple boxes that hadn’t seen the light of day in at least several Christmases.
“Did you see lights anywhere? I think I might have thrown out the old non-working ones after last year but didn’t buy any new yet.”
Lights were nowhere to be found.
Everyone knows the lights have to go on the tree first. Before any garland. Before any ornaments. Before any star, angel, or whatever topper you like. Before tinsel if you’re into tinsel.
“Sooooo … wanna go to Walmart then?”
I’ve been avoiding Walmart during the pandemic. The number of non-mask-wearing, non-social-distancing individuals seems especially high there. Plus seriously, no one wants to go to Walmart on a weekend. It gets way too peopley on the weekend, pandemic or no pandemic.
Off to Walmart we went.
We used our advanced mathematical, electrical, and mechanical knowledge to string an appropriate number of spiffy new LED light strands on the tree, all in one circuit.
And then.
And then.
The first strand … the one at the top of the tree … wouldn’t light up.
We had plugged it into the wall by itself and it worked fine.
After some troubleshooting we determined there must be something faulty in the connector to the next strand.
Two trips to Walmart on a Saturday? No. Just no.
Instead, we switched houses and strung up some outdoor lights while the weather was nice and warm. Then settled in to watch an Ohio State victory over Rutgers. Sadly there will be no Ohio State victory this coming weekend, as too many Maryland players tested COVID-positive and the game has been cancelled.
We have not been turning the outdoor lights on yet, but honestly it’s 2020 … who cares anymore. Put Christmas decorations up as early as you like.
A couple days ago I sent this text … “FYI I’m going for a walk in a couple minutes. May or may not shower prior to shopping depending on your timing. Smelling = ensuring social distancing + who cares anymore.”
Going for a walk usually means three miles at a fairly brisk pace in my world. In highly attractive workout gear. (Highly attractive in the eye of the beholder, I suppose.)
I really didn’t pay attention to whether anyone was looking at me funny in Hobby Lobby.
It’s 2020. Who cares anymore.
I’ve been spending less time on social media, although the last couple days I’ve been able to look at more than just my notifications. I said in a text recently, “There are too many sanctimonious a**holes in my feed.” I think someday I’ll name a band Sanctimonious A**holes. We’ll play #punkrawk music, of course.
I’m spending time decorating for Christmas and avoiding the news. Well except for, you know, “the good news”.
Hallmark Christmas movies continue to be in heavy rotation at my house.
I was listening to Christmas music in August.
For those keeping track, this year’s Feliz Navidad versus Christmas Shoes count stands at 6-0.
Christmas makes everything better. (Except “the shoes”.) Light up the lights. Have some hot cocoa. Listen to Christmas music if you like.
It’s 2020. Who cares anymore.
You’re slow. 93.3 has been blasting the Christmas tunes for like 3 weeks now. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
Lol! A couple people in our “Shoes” group have started listening to them already.