Yesterday after supper I did a couple of things before settling in to watch the news. Lately, “settling in,” means the time between runs to the back door to let Max in and out. I don’t know what it is, but he just can’t seem to make up his mind what he wants to do. I get up to let him out and just as I get back to the couch, he’s jumping at the door to be let back in. Make up your mind pal.
After the news was over our phone rang. A friend of my wife was on the phone, which meant for the next 45 minutes she wouldn’t be pulling her “dog in, dog out” duty because she’d be too busy yakking. It would be my job to let Max in and out.
In between trips to the door and watching my show on TV, I heard my wife say to her friend “We’ll take ours down tomorrow.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. I gave her a look and she looked back at me with a smile. The only thing that needs to be taken down in our house is the Christmas tree. I thought to myself, “Well, I know what I’m doing tomorrow after work.”
Seeing as we put our tree up so early every year, we have no qualms about taking it down right after Christmas. Usually I’m broadcasting on location somewhere on Boxing Day and by the time I get home the tree and ornaments are down and tucked away for another year. This year however, I didn’t have to work on Boxing Day, and we didn’t get around to taking the tree down.
I guess it’s only fair that the guy who takes the time to pull the tree out and decorate it should also be the guy who takes it all down and puts it away. Not!
Oh well, I’ll get it done today.
It shouldn’t take too long. It all depends on how many times I have to stop to let Max in and out!