Least pleasant thing about Xmas is wrestling the blinkers from the box & unknotting then without breaking bulbs or wires. Then the wobbly ladder under the some kind of pepper tree outside on the lawn, up & carefully grabbing with cold hands the fallow branches. I noticed today the numerous dead sticks & the central trunk crack in the dear tree. I’ll need to rethink how I water. After dusk it’s all worth it but the beginnings & endings in January are just little fun.
Dad to hospital for some steroids to help him breathe but got up on FaceTime like an old pro. Voice sounds strong & still amused. I don’t suppose he’s the tree until the metaphor of the box grows too disquieting – certainly he’s most of the lights
Ecbatan 