11/29/14. The post where I am a whirling dervish.

11/29/14: woke up this morning with the realization that I had nearly a full Saturday with no appointments or social obligations.  And the realization that there are only a few days before musicians descend on our city and home for an annual three-day music festival sponsored by our church and run by my patient, long-suffering husband.  Lots to do, and not much time in which to do it.  So I got busy.

I spent most of the morning and early afternoon putting together the program and all the other necessary paperwork for the festival.  I unpacked suitcases, straightened up the house, and did three loads of laundry.  After all that, I was still standing, so I decided to start getting out Christmas decorations.  Which required cleaning out the closet where the tree is stored so I could get to it.  Then I put the tree together.  I have an artificial tree which I purchased several years ago pre-lit.  Of course, the lights that came on the tree did not meet my exacting standards for the appropriate light-to-branch ratio, so I added about four times as many lights.  Enough lights that airplanes try to land on our roof.  So every year, the annoyance of stringing lights on the tree is replaced by the annoyance of untangling the wires that somehow got knotted up and wrapped around the branches while sitting in the closet and trying to remember where to plug them in so all the strands light up.  Maybe it would be easier to just re-string them each year. 

After wrestling with a Christmas tree for about an hour, all the lights were functional and I was ready to be done with decorating.  I did a few more small chores and then went to my patient, long-suffering husband's concert.  A long, but productive, day.  Much too busy to think about my foot.