Love Ya, Net!
Gods, I love the Net. Tonight I decided, on the spur of the moment, to put up my new-to-me 1960s silver foil tree while listening to Christmas carols and enjoying Merlot salvaged from R's garage.
Trouble hit, in the shape of a stubborn cork. I just couldn't get the cork out of the bottle. The Internet rescued me again -- I even found a video, and discovered I was going about it all ass-backwards. Gee, and I haven't even started drinking yet . . . .
Anyway, the Internet saved the evening. I don't think I'd have courage enough to own a house without it. What did people do before the Net? No, wait, I know that answer. They called friends, who understandably rushed right over to help with the predicament, laugh at the sadly inept homeowner, and to share the wine. Maybe the Net isn't all that lovable after all. Then again, no one's laughing at me.
Ya know, what? I'm not even going there. I'm in a good mood, and I'm well-fed, comfortably housed, and in good health. I'm lucky, I'm single and childless (thank Gods!) and I'm happy.
(later)
Wine is now open. It might actually have turned bad -- I don't really like wine; but I'm trying to develop a taste for it. It's as sour as I'd expect. It's warming, though, and I feel very cosmopolitan, which is a change from feeling like a court jester.
Here is the tree, complete with the wine bottle and R's Svend Jensen oil burners scattered around it. I'm happy they didn't sell in the garage sale. Of course if R ever sees this picture she'll want them back.
I think maybe the top of the tree is missing?
