More Joy

Our friends in Boulder, Colorado get credit today for helping with my Comfort and Joy resolution. This lovely little Christmas bouquet from them arrived on our doorstep today. It will counteract the effect of a tree purchased early, and now basically dead, although it hasn't turned brown yet...just dry and droopy....The surprise wreath on the porch is turning brown because the porch is a sun trap, so it will be back to the artificial version next year.

The county will recycle our Christmas trees if we cut it in half...(although this year they are also responsible for cutting down millions of acre feet of burned and dangerously leaning trees and they don't seem to be recycling them...just leaving the logs and the branches littering  the yards along with all the other debris. 

We put most of last year's Christmas tree in the recycle bin, but we were unable to remove the stand from the stump. We put it outside the back gate in a place designated for things we didn't know what else to do with, and they all burned up in the fire. I  wouldn't wish for that method of disposal next year

Dana and Jim are coming by this evening to discuss our strategy for Christmas. County health officials are pleading with everybody to stay at home for Christmas. They don't seem to have a rule that covers traveling a mile to have Christmas dinner with our family...the same ones we formed a bubble with quite awhile ago. The plan to eat outside will have to be  abandoned because it is supposed to rain....

The only thing that has changed is that Will went to Scottsdale Arizona and played golf last week. .He and some friends drove there, stayed in an airbnb house and probably had take out every night, so nothing very different than what he would have done here. He's been home for a week, so we're inclined to go, especially if he got tested as he said he would when he got back....a somewhat  big 'if' since he may not even have been able to get an appointment...or a result in that time. 

So many people are getting sick now that they are calling it 'the Thanksgiving effect.' We didn't go anywhere on Thanksgiving. The pondering continues...