A Precarious Tree

I was supposed to have an opthamologist appointment this morning, but the doctor got sick and cancelled, so I was suddenly left to my own devices. So, I did what I was going to do if I was still sighted *after* the appointment, and got a tree. I went to a fancy nursery near my house, knowing I would pay more but sort of hating the big-box store tree experience - plus, support your local businesses, people! My virtue was rewarded with $20 off my tree (I dunno - the nursery is at the intersection of three nice neighborhoods, and maybe I looked too poor for it, so the guy gave me a break), plus free greens, which he fetched out of the trash rather than making me pay $3.50 per sprig inside. I think I've complained before about how growing up in the country spoiled me, and I find paying for greens to be outrageous when you can just cut them off trees for free...so free greens really tickled me. Plus! Some poor sucker at the nursery actually took the air conditioner I've been carrying around in my car for a year! I am glad I moved it out of the trunk, otherwise I would have forgotten it was there.

I went grocery shopping as well, and got leeks and potatoes for soup. It's a perfectly rainy day for soupmaking, and if I don't do it today, the whole weekend is supposed to be wretched, hooray!

I have put the tree up; it fell on me no less than seven times, but I managed. I've wrapped the lights (fell two more times), and now I think I'm ready to release the weasels. The next few weeks will be a parade of weasels, wet from the tree water, leaping onto the couch and generally disporting themselves about in a reckless manner. I may make them into hats. For xmas!

Otherwise: lunch, more tea, hot shower, Dark Knight, dinner out (hopefully lovely beer-battered fish; we shall see). Bed, rinse, repeat.