Christmas Lights … Not Quite Yet
OK, so what if it’s the third of December; who’s counting? Other than my boy, of course. And my oldest daughter. It’s not like I promised I would put up the Christmas lights this weekend … <sigh> except that I did.
But it wasn’t my fault that we got four inches of snow. We never get snow in our part of town—well, almost never. If the benches and foothills get lots of snow, we’ll get a skiff. (That is indeed a word that can be applied to snow. It means “slightly more than a dusting” I think. Just ask Mark Eubank, the former weather man on KSL News.)
Anyway, my Sweetie and I were in Salt Lake, enjoying a night to ourselves (for reasons that don’t involve you) and the kids were enjoying themselves over at my sibling-in-law’s, where they watched movies and played computer games until after midnight. (I think they’re campaigning for Aunt-and-Uncle of the year.) We stayed at Castle Creek Inn, a nice little B&B on the east side of Sandy. It really does look like a castle, and it is situated on a small creek. They even have faux-knights-in-armor posted in the halls and things. The evening had been a bit chilly, admittedly, but it wasn’t bad.
Next morning we woke up (read, “Sweetie woke up, got up, and looked out the window; I slumbered on, snuggled down in the warm bed.”) and found at least six inches of snow had fallen overnight. I eventually braved the cold and snow—braved, because I hadn’t been expecting snow, had no ice scraper, no gloves, no hat, no warm winter coat—and went out to de-snowify the truck. The kindly folks that run Castle Creek Inn had left a scraper/brush thingy by the back door. How thoughty of them, I thought to myself as I crunched across the parking area. (It isn’t big enough to be a whole lot. <wink>)
By the time we had everything packed, decided there wasn’t anything else we could use as an excuse, and got out to the truck, there was another inch of snow covering the truck. And that was with the truck partially sheltered under a tree. (You wouldn’t think a tree without leaves and such would block much snow, but the front of the truck had less than half the snow that the back had.)
Anyway, on the way home, I mentioned that this snow was going to make it tricky to get up on the roof to put the Christmas lights on. Mistake. I was informed, gently but firmly, that the lights would have to wait. It’s like she expected me to slide off the roof and break something. <sheesh>
Now that I think about it, I do have that new super-duper ladder and could reach almost all of the places that need reaching to put the lights up. Perhaps this Saturday, if there isn’t already too much scheduled. 
Tags: b&b, brother-in-law, christmas, lights, procrastination, quality time, root, sister-in-law, snow, sweetie
January 12th, 2008 at 1.00 -0600
When, oh when, is my darling son going to write a new story, I wonder? How I miss his musings. How I miss his wit. How I miss him. He should come and see his old mother and bring her comfort and joy. He should bring his beautiful wife who his old mother loves so much. He should bring the kiddies so they could cavort and bring smiles to the life of their grandmother. He should. He really should.