Today was the first normal Saturday I’ve had in about 5 or 6 weeks. Between Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, and all of the hullabaloo surrounding those things, I have been out of my routine far longer than is good for me.
Yes, I am a creature of habit. I can’t seem to stop myself.
But even today doesn’t quite count as “normal”. I spent a portion of the day de-Christmassing the premises. This involved getting a lot of empty boxes and bins down out of the attic. These are the same empty bins I put up there only about 2 weeks ago after decorating the house. And the same ones that I took down from the attic a week before that (albiet full).
I am getting quite adept and moving boxes and bins up and down out of the attic. I wonder if that is a marketable skill?
Today, I took down the yard decorations. When I put them up about two weeks ago, it was about 25 degrees (-4 C) outside. Today, as I took them down, it was about 63 degrees (17 C). It is bad enough deconstructing Christmas decorations in and of itself. It is sort of a depressing ordeal. That is because, while dismantling life-sized, light-up plastic snowmen and large faux light-up Christmas presents (designed to withstand the outdoors), and brilliant fuchsia metallic Christmas trees (also designed to withstand the outdoors), one cannot help but be a little melancholy thinking back over the joyous activities of the past few weeks. And now it all seems a bit gaudy.
But then couple that with unseasonably warm temperatures and … well … it seems a trifle disrespectful. It seems as if even Mother Nature has turned her back on Christmas. I can almost see her, dusting her hands and going, “Well, that’s the end of that! Time to move on.” I don’t know why, but she is wearing an apron and looking suspiciously like Mary Poppins in this image in my head. (Hey … I can’t control the way my mind works!)
So, even though I very much want life to return to normal here around chez Biff, it is proving difficult. I want to put Christmas behind me, but it keeps calling me and leaving me awkward voice-mails. It is proving to be a very messy break-up.