Repurposing My Flock of Seagulls (Well, Morning Doves) from Halloween 2020 for Christmas Tree 2021 (with Love for Nikkerdoodles)

Oh, the Kentucky days when a trip to Syracuse meant a 13 hour drive or a 6 hour flight with stops. When my niece was a toddler, she had a total aversion to birds, especially a white one on my mom's Christmas tree. What's an uncle to do but arrive from a plane, see her anxious at the airport to see her Uncle Bryan, only to have him cough and flutter a 1,000 white bird feathers upon her. She hated me, but she hated my gift birds even more. Traumatizing, I suppose, but beautiful white birds are just that...beautiful white birds. And they're fake. 

She noted when I sent this photo to her yesterday that she still hates birds. I stopped giving them to her, but when I brought up my Christmas ornaments from the basement and found a pile of my Flock of Seagull birds for my Halloween costume a year and some change ago, I had to snap a photo.

Why not make a post, too?

The tree is up. The bay window and porch lights are up, as well. I will get to the outdoor ones, and although all is usually done the day after Thanksgiving, this year we made our adventure to DC (I am still exhausted from that trip...that beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to drive to DC in holiday traffic to see a one-hour children's play based on the writing of a friend). 

My neighbor's kid told me it was too early to do Christmas, but I love having the lights to get me through the remainder of November and all of December. They go perfect with the holiday baking challenges on the Food Network. I'm addicted.

This morning, I need to post this blog and look at my calendar. I know it is awful, but I was good about NOT being an educator from last Wednesday until last night (although our trip to DC was educational and based on our work, so that argument may be fraught with hypocrisy). 

Yes, it's another Monday. Karal went to bed at 6 pm after her dinner (at 2 a.m. I realized why...she was sick - we were up for a couple of hours until she could settle back down). I'm guessing the festivities and sleepover at Pam's did her in. I'm done, too. But recharged. I need to be so I'm plugging myself back in...3...2...1. Let's go.