Survival
Itâs been yet another while since Iâve written. I have a theory that I shall now make public: at the heart of every Christmas tree, menorah and Festiva pole lies a minute black hole that sucks all available time into it. Itâs the only possible explanation.
The alternate reunion (dubbed âPlan Bâ) was a success. Only four people showed up for dinner without RSVPâing, and I ended up with about ten people who came back to my house afterwards. Although I had cleaned the first floor of the house to within an inch of its (and my) life, everybody ended up congregated in the kitchen, standing around and talking. I have no idea if thatâs a good sign or a bad sign, but people seemed to be having a good time. I and another former classmate have started a google group, with all the key words any lost member of our class should need in order to find us. I made a point of saying Iâd help manage the group but I would NOT be responsible for organizing a reunion, beyond getting word out to anyone who had joined the group. Hopefully that was heard and understood, but Iâm not so naïve as to believe this may not be an issue in the future.
Fortunately, this guy didnât show up until several days after the party was over. When I first spied it from across the room I thought it was some sort of super box elder beetle on steroids, but when I got closer I realized that the only thing this guy had in common with them was six legs and two antennae.
We always get box elder beetles, stink bugs and lady bugs in the house this time of year (much as I try to prevent it) but this guy is new to my experience. I keep intending to look him up, but conveniently forget whenever I get a moment.
I did finally get the Christmas trees up this year. New this year are the LED lights on the big tree. I rather like the effect, although it is dangerously reminiscent of the 70âs disco scene.
A final brief update: my latest project, which MUST be finished by Christmas. Iâm thinking Iâll need to borrow Dr. Whoâs TARDIS to pull this one off.
Note that my little helper has plopped herself down directly on top of the directions.
That is some Christmas tree! You definitely get an A+ in the ‘festive’ catagory. I don’t have mine up yet. I keep threatening to do it but it’s just not happening.
In all the years I’ve been owned by cats I’ve never, ever done a project by myself. Hell, I’m hardly allowed to use the bathroom on my own *rolls eyes*.
We meant to put the tree up last weekend. It didn’t happen, and I’ve a feeling it won’t now. But yours makes up for our lack 🙂
Tech Man: Yep, that’s what the li’l devils like to do.
Love the tree. You’ll have to keep a log of all its space travels.
LOVE LOVE LOVE those lights!
Forget the 70’s, they are over. Those are fabulous!
Perhaps I need to make myself a Hannukah bush to put some lights on eh?
TexanElf’s comments cracked me up! Yeah, the tree is a bit disco-ey, but it works! It’s beautiful!
I’m glad the mini-reunion was a success. I think you’re right to be wary about what may be asked of you when the next reunion comes up. Those sorts of groups are always looking for unsuspecting workhorses.
Cats don’t need directions. They don’t think we do, either.
ABBA is now singing a disco carol in your living room. [*ducks and runs very fast*] 🙂