It’s Furious Balancing

Once again, gratuitous cat pictures. I do have two other cats in this house. Really. Thomas is just the most photogenic.

Merry Christmas, everyone. I’m certain I’ll add more to this entry later on. Right now I’m waiting for He Who Fixes Computers to wake up (and I’m on my 3rd cup of coffee with Bailey’s Mint Chocolate Irish Cream liqueur).

The green bean casserole and the mashed potato gratin are pre-assembled and in the ‘fridge. The Husband needs to make the cornbread stuffing and get the turkey (the real turkey, not the furry, orange one in the box) in the oven.

This is the amazing, totally rockin’ Christmas tree ornament that my friend got for me at Bronner’s. She told me that her husband was teasing her about buying ornaments for her co-workers, and that they were “dorky.” I don’t think “dorky” was the exact word he used, but that’s the general idea.

Needless to say, He Who Takes Out the Garbage (i.e., The Husband) and I love this ornament. It looks a quite a lot like The Orange One. In fact, it’s even more orange than The Orange One, if you can believe it. Thomas, however, doesn’t have a Santa hat. He does have a mouse hat, though.

I should be careful that these photos don’t find there way into the hands of PETA or the ASPCA. I’m sure I would be found guilty of cat torturing.

Working hard on “The Cats of Ulthar.” I almost have finished Joshi’s quest (just need to put the script on the book of poetry and update a journal entry or two).

The Husband(1) and I went to Flatsnoot’s World Headquarters (out on Washtenaw Avenue) and picked up our pagan/German/secular evergreen. I don’t sweat the details about who did what to whom when in all that history; I just like real Christmas trees. If you ever hear of me having one of those aluminum monstrosities that rotates and changes colors, check for pods in my basement.

In any event, I did not know (until now) that the State Song of Michigan (and Iowa, Maryland, and New Jersey), uses the melody from O Tannenbaum. I now feel compelled to look up the actual lyrics to the State Song of Michigan (2), but I digress.

We’ll get the lights and the ornaments on it tomorrow, and I’ll get my little digital camera on Tuesday so I can actually start taking and posting my own pictures! (gasp!) Until then, make do with this little pic of a white fir (Abies concolor), the kind we bought today.

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(1) In order to protect his privacy, no real names are going to be used. If I have to break down and give him a proper name, I’ll let him choose. Maybe something sexy like Antonio or Jacques…

(2) Just a small sample; there are four stanzas of this stuff:

A song to thee, fair State of mine,
Michigan, my Michigan;
But greater song than this is thine,
Michigan, my Michigan;
The whisper of the forest tree,
The thunder of the inland sea;
Unite in one grand symphony
Of Michigan, my Michigan