It really is over. The Monday alarm rang rudely at 5.45am. The kids are back in school, Husband is off to Singapore this afternoon and I've got design work and words to write.
After the bus had carted the kids off, I said to Husband “That’s it then. It’s back to normal. I’ll have to take the tree down today.” I’ve never been one to observe the twelfth night rule – I don’t even know when it is. Twelfth night in our family meant ‘Twelfth Night’ by William Shakespeare.
He looked at me a bit oddly.
“What?”
“You haven’t noticed have you?” he said.
“Have you done it?”
“You really haven’t noticed? I did it on Friday morning. I took everything down and packed it away.”
I had to go down the hall to the sitting room to check. Three days! I really do worry about my observational skills. I mean, aren’t writers supposed to notice everything and everybody?
I might be a bit buggered then.
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In such circumstances, I raise my eyebrow imperiously and announce that my mind is simply on a higher level...
Just don't write any Christmas tree stories, ok? ;0)
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Jen, Damn it; why didn't I think of that?
You have been clearly living in your story - there was a great article I read this morning about what the other halves of writers have to put up with! There is a perfect demonstration!
My pwoers of observation are less than perfect as well JJ!
You're obviously lost in your writing:-)
Have a productive day:-)
Yes, it's over. And after a shaky start, 2009 is here.
I didn't put up my tree as I went to the UK for Xmas holidays.
It sort of took the ho ho ho out of the moment so next year a tree will go up in BKK no matter what.
I say 'tree' but it's really 'trees'.
On my move to where I am now, I threw out a ton of stuff. So much so, that I thought I'd thrown away the tree.
I bought another just as big, just as hungry for precious space.
Somehow, some way, I'll have to find someone to give one to, just to make room for some more stuff.
And more stuff, is good...
Liz, I have. I have been writing hard... Only 500 or so to go to be ready to submit to mentor again (on Friday).
Flowerpot, it's a worry isn't it? I'm still a bit stunned to be honest.
Lane, I must be! I wrote all morning and am hoping for a second wind... It hasn't arrived yet.
Catherine, hello, it's nice to see you here. Two trees? Wow. I posted the other day about being a tree purist - only having real - til someone left a comment about finding big spiders in their real tree once. I think I might just have been converted to fake!
Hey, how are you doing? Don't be buggered;)
Ha! And I thought men were supposed to be the unobservant ones!
You could blame on your head being in the writerly clouds. You're too busy for real life when you're immersed in fiction. That's my excuse for being unobservant anyway!
Normality is, of course, the eleven months of the year when our houses are not festooned with glitter. So it is hardly surprising that you didn't notice a return to it.
Well, it is, actually. Astounding!
So funny. I'm always amazed at how unobservant I am. R notices so much more in the world around us, but I just tell him he's nosy when he can't believe that I've missed something.
I wish someone had taken down my tree for me.
Yes it really is over isn't it. And normality is creeping back in - whatever that is!
Back to earth with a bump! Just consider yourself someone else put the tree away. I have to do ours tomorrow....
It's because you're in another world, the one you created, where obviously it isn't Christmas :)
It was very sweet of him to pack it away, but I'm still chuckling that you didn't notice. You're keeping your mind on much more important matters!
(Sorry about that spider in the tree scare...just thought I should warn my fellow arachnophobe!)
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