A Very Cold Moon
This is the last Super Moon of 2025 but we will not be able to see it. It’s clouded over and probably will be so all day and night. I did see the moon last night, almost full but for a tiny shaving off the side.
We’re slowly trimming the balsam tree we got last Saturday. The lights went on Tuesday and since then, we have managed probably to decorate a third of it. We prefer a funky tree (rather than the Martha Stewart perfectly symmetrical tree): mixed lights, everything under the sun on it, many animals of all kinds: birds, lions,, tigers, leopard, octopus fish, camels horses, cows, pigs, deer, mice, cats, fish, whales. Also skulls from Mexico; fruit, vegetables, and homemade pretty ornaments (gold-painted oyster shells). We used to drive to Boston’s Lord and Taylor when they existed, on the day after Christmas, get there before 8 AM by getting up @ 4:30 and buy ornaments at half price. Also, friends have given us many ornaments over the years. For instance, Dale and Stephen gave us the big silver octopus a couple of years ago.
We hope to be finished by Sunday. Doing a bit at a time is easiest with us being older and getting tiring long before we used to. It also keeps it fun. We kept many old ornaments, some even from my Mother, pre-World War II; some we find lovely but don’t recognize – wonder where they came from, probably gifts.
The weather is the coldest so far with very cutting wind. Not a day to be outside. Not for me, anyway. Woody likes the cold and has to drive to Orleans to do the week’s shopping.. We know after a full day’s work we’ll be tired so he usually gets take-out at Three Fools in Orleans. I’ll have a gyro [lamb, of course] and he’ll probably have chicken or eggplant parmesan.
Big football weekend coming up! I’m a Pats fan but equally cheer for the Lions (Detroit’s my home town, of course). Not likely either will it to the Super Bowl but if they did…well, we’ll see.
Well, that’s a surprise. As I’m writing, a weak sun came out.
The cats have been working cats this week, catching mice, all three of them, at night. We wake up to a bathtub full of mouse parts and fortunately, no mouse. That’s preferable to the other nights this week in between the great mouse hunts, when they remove ornaments from the tree and play with them. Then I have to pick them up every morning and put them back on the tree – probably to find them the next morning on the living room floor again.