Or how the Grobles put up outdoor Christmas decorations and stay out of jail.
Sunday dawned the perfect day to put up outdoor Christmas decorations. It was in the mid 50’s and sunny. And most importantly, Jimmy was home. We store the outdoor ornaments above the garage. Last time I went up there, I fell through the ceiling and cracked three vertebrae, so I needed a volunteer. Once we had everything down, we needed to figure out where the ornaments would go. We spent Christmas last year in California so we did not put many up. A year off seemed to erase our collective memory and offer us an opportunity of re-thinking what we would put where. In true democratic form, everyone had different ideas. An unspoken division of labor took place. I worked on the front of the garage. Pat and Jimmy worked on the yard. Bob and Fred provided security. We got half of the front yard stuff up and operable before the sun dipped below the trees and it got too cold to play in the yard.
Jimmy suggested that we run electric lines to all the flower beds. This would eliminate the need for a zillion extension cords. This would also help in preventing what I view as our Country’s biggest seasonal danger, which is the nation being engulfed in a coast to coast fire set off by overloaded extension chords sitting in the snow. See, the real enemies of this country aren’t guys in some capital. No, they are guys working in some factory somewhere who have figured out that when the 20 gazillionith light strand gets plugged into a jerry-rigged splitter the whole country will short out. Kind of what happened a few years back when an electric line in Ohio shorted out and sent the whole east coast into darkness.
You guys who only know what snow is from the news don’t have to worry, unless of course, you put Christmas lights on your palm trees.
See what happens when an over-eager imagination can’t spent time with plants.