It has been written...
the exterior of our home, can be a bit of an eyesore. The Country Boy that lingers in my husband, has some trouble with the aesthetic.
One source of contention, in our marriage:
The ongoing Christmas Lights Saga.
I am not asking for a synchronized light show.
No bells, ribbons or whistles... of course.
Admittedly, my husband is a busy man in the winter months, clocking in MANY hours.
Which I do not discount for anything.
That said, I calmly mentioned this weekend, it may not KILL anyone to hang 1 string of lights. Not much. Just one little string of lights, wrapped around the porch pole. That is not an unreasonable request.
Just 1. Plain string. On a porch pole.
Sunday morning, I faced the blizzard and headed to the mall, with detailed shopping list in hand.
(following 8:00am Mass... of course...)
The kids were shipped to Grammy's.
And Coach was left alone.
Per usual, he attempted to over-extend himself.
He headed to the Garage (black hole of lost lights from Christmas Past) and pulled out 2 lines of Icicle Lights. (Purchased during an ambitious post-Christmas Sale. Because 'Next Year' was gonna be 'The Year'... declared 3 years ago.)
The Result was sad, to say the least.
After years spent shoved in a plastic bin.
The light were a little less than Icicle-ish....
You will notice the wide gaps, as the lights are spaced randomly along the gutter. Each icicle wound UP tight.
Slight skip around corner.
Except, not from 1 corner of the house to the other....
The line extended maybe 11 feet of the gutter line.
Before taking an erratic nose-dive Gap towards the porch pole. Then haphazardly wrapping the icicle lights, around the pole.
After a brief, mature and mutual discussion this morning. We decided maybe it probably wouldn't be a terrible idea, to try again. We reasoned maybe we could try stringing the lights on just one bush and see how that went.
Visions of Sugar Plums,
and what not..