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Today is Twelfth Night - so the Christmas decorations come down today (and Herself will start complaining how bare the house looks).
And Dij the Cat has decided that he doesn't want to go out today ... I don't need a furry assistant, it'll just make putting them up next year a load harder, so I'll have to postpone that job for a while.
But it got me thinking. What kind of "undecorator" are you? I know people who pull 'em down, stuff 'em in a box, and either have a Gordian Knot to unravel next December, or who look at the Knot and buy all new every year. But me, I take 'em down carefully, wind strings of beads, card holders, lights, ... carefully onto tubes so I can undo them easily next year.
So what's your approach? "I'll deal with it next time" or "Plan ahead"?
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I'm married but the wife doesn't care dusting year old useless junk every year, so we don't have any.
If anyone cares to get into christmas mood, five minutes outside give us enough christmas lights to last for another year.
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That is a job for Herself, I am allowed to get the tree and plant it in a bucket and am then excluded from the process thank Ghu. I expect this to be the last tree we get, the lights did not even get turned on this year.
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Last year we had a friend who was in hospital over Xmas so we delayed putting everything away until he was better and could come over and have a Xmas with us (just a bit late). With his new job and stress at home he finally came over for Xmas in August! We actually still had the tree up - although we had turned off the lights until he came over.
That was the weirdest Xmas we had had until this year. The whole family got some sort of stomach flu and spent the entire two weeks vacation either in bed or in the bathroom. No tree, no other decorations, no Xmas dinner, no nothing! Got better on Saturday, Rested Sunday and back to work early this morning. Bah! Humbug! Oh, and we felt well enough in the middle of it to go out to eat - my wife ended up in hospital with food poisoning! What fun we had!
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A: Mom, why boys have to love girls? M: It is not exactly *have to*, but is is good so do not be afraid... A: It is not that, but they love they have to merry at the end... M: So? Don't you want merry? A: It is not that, but I do not like the wedding part. M: Why is that so? A: All those guest are coming... M: Only who you invite will come, don't be afraid! A: But there is all that noise and shouting and the music... M: Same there, you pick the music and how and when to play... A: ...and I do not like the food...I like only F's food... M: F will cook for your wedding I'm sure of it... A: You know what M? F will cook, Y and N will provide music and entertainment and M will look after the decorations and quests... M: Sound good... But what will I do? A: Keep me calm?
A is 6.75 years old...
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My daughter was five, or maybe just turned six (here, kids don't start school until the year they turn six), when she came home from kindergarten declaring "Today I broke up with Bjørn Tore!". (Bjørn Tore was half a year younger.)
Later she denied having said that, but in this case my memory is better than hers.
I clearly remember telling my folks at the age of 7 I wasn't going to get married. People thought I was being cute. I was pretty serious.
4 decades later I still have no doubt that was the right choice. Especially the more I talk to my divorced friends, and those who are still together but really ought not to be. I can't count the number of times I've heard "I envy you"--often coming from the very same people who used to refer to me as "that loner kid who prefers to be on his own".
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