Sunday night was time for the annual wiring of the tree to the wall. Greg, as usual, is a trooper. He squeezes in between the wall and the back of the tree, to wire it into eyelets in the baseboard to correct that serious lean you can see in this photo.
Of course, it's my fault it leans because I put more ornaments and lights on the front. So, this has just become part of the holiday season - wiring the tree into the wall. Greg even has a little song he sings as part of the ritual. Unfortunately, it's not something I can print here in polite company. Suffice it to say it encapsulates my unnatural love of things sparkly.
First is the inserting of your arm into the tree (the beast) to get the wire wrapped around the pole. Then I give the tree a good shove in the opposite direction of it's leaning, and Greg makes the initial tightening of the wire.
Then I step back and see if we've fully corrected and Greg finishes the wiring into the eyelet.
And then there's the joy of a job well done.
See, that was fun!
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Monday, November 10, 2008
Posted by Patsy Terrell at 4:00 AM