Adventures in Un-decorating the Christmas Tree

My tree in all of its pre-Christmas glory.

Today I finally took down my Christmas tree.  Yes, my tree was still up on January 20th...
In my defense:
1. I've been kinda busy since Christmas, especially on my days off.
& 2. The Christmas party for work is tomorrow, so technically my holiday celebrations don't end for another 24 hours or so...

I got home from work today and thought enough is enough, the tree has got to come down.  So, there I was this afternoon, carefully taking the most breakable items off of the tree first... I tend to take ornaments off one type at a time as I find it easier to pack them safely if I do so - if you think this is weird, you should ask my mom what she thinks of my system for decorating the Christmas tree!

I pulled lightly on a lower branch to try to turn the tree a bit in order to reach the back branches, when all of a sudden the tree was falling towards me.  I tried adjusting the angle of the tree in the hopes that I'd just unbalanced the base... to no avail.  No amount of fiddling with the three thumb screws on the base would convince the tree to behave as a good little artificial tree should.  The tree would not stand upright on its own.  I had to hold it up with one hand while I tried to rescue all of the breakable ornaments with the other.  I finally managed to get the most fragile items to safety, then had to wrestle with the rest of the ornaments which I just tossed into an empty box whilst trying to keep the tree from falling over.

The hardest part was getting the lights off, and once I'd managed to de-light the top section of the tree via rather unconventional methods, I was able to remove it, making the rest of the tree a little easier to handle, but making the de-lighting and de-garlanding rather difficult as I was then dealing with a tangled mess, all one-handed.

Somehow I managed to disentangle everything, including myself, and when I finally got to the point of dismantling the base of the tree I found this:

What? Doesn't your tree look like this too?

That's right, my tree broke about four inches from the base.  The metal twisted so that it was clinging to this piece by a tiny sliver.  I'm not quite sure how this happened, but it seems to have collapsed into itself where the screws held it in place.  I've examined the remains and it looks like I'll still be able to use the tree again, it'll just be a few inches shorter next year!  This may be a good thing as my tree fairy was brushing against the ceiling this year.

The poinsettia I rescued from work is
the only remaining sign of the holidays.
Actually, that's not true...

There's also my Gingerbread Tardis.

Scaredy-Dog

This is Trooper.  

He lives upstairs.  Up until about a month ago he was terrified of my stairs and would not come downstairs to visit me unless he came via the inside stairs, which  he thought were evil until a few months ago.

On Tuesday I got home from work to be greeted by a giant overly enthusiastic dog.  He was acting almost too happy to see me, and I was beginning to think he was going to knock me over with one of his enthusiastic leaps.


He followed me down to my front door, then into my suite.  After checking out the place, he did his usual slow climb onto the couch... you know the one... first one paw, maybe his chin on your knee, then two paws, and before you know it, there is an entire German Short Haired Pointer laying next to you on the couch... He was overly affectionate and 20 minutes later when we heard evidence of people moving around upstairs, he started trembling.  The only other time I've seen him act like this was back at the beginning of the summer when he dug up the grass in the back yard and P yelled at him.  I was there for the scolding, there was a raised angry voice, but nothing more.  Trooper however, acted as if P was trying to beat him.  He tried to completely climb onto my lap while I sat at the top of the stairs, and shook like he was terrified.

This time, when P whistled for Trooper to come upstairs, I had to shove the dog off of the couch and towards the door.  He went as far as the bottom of the stairs, then when P called out for him, made an about face.  He tried to climb over my computer and onto my lap... not an easy feat for such a large dog.


After a great deal of encouragement, he finally went upstairs.

I called up to P: "did he get into trouble for something earlier today?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Thought so.  He was trying to climb onto my lap."

Ah, it's lovely to have such a scaredy-dog around to protect us from evil-doers!

A Walk In The Park

I walk home from work nearly every day.  I've taken to finding longer and more interesting routes home for days like today when the weather is good.  One of these routes goes past the duck pond just off of 16th Ave.

I picked up some birdseed and some Murchies tea (this is completely my Uncle Brian's fault!) on my way to the pond today. Technically, I think there are two ponds, or one large pond with a covered connector between the two parts, but everyone in the area just refers to the small park as "The Duck Pond."  I fed the ducks at the first pond by scattering some seed, then walked on to my main target - the second pond.  I have a routine here.  I scatter some seed as I approach the pond.  This brings the ducks a-waddling and I keep walking down to the water where my little feathered friend is waiting.  

You see, there is one duck there that has a damaged leg.   I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with it, she seems to be fine in the water, but she has trouble walking, so she usually misses out on the good food when people feed the ducks and geese.  Sensing her weakness, the other birds sometimes pick on her and push by her to get to the food.  I suppose I have a soft spot for the underdog, because every few days for the past two months or so I've been stopping by the pond and feeding her.  I scatter food for the other ducks (and geese if they're there) to draw them away from her, then I feed her by hand.  She seems able to get more food if I hold it up for her than when I put it on the ground in front of her, so I give her handful after handful of seed, scattering a bit whenever the other birds get too close.  Sometimes other ducks, or worse the geese, will try to get in on the hand-feeding or sneak the food that piles up in front of her, but unless she reacts with nonchalance, I tend to shoo them away to make sure she gets a good meal. 

My duck is pictured here in
 the midst of some geese before
we developed our routine.

Have you ever had a goose hiss at you?  I tend to hiss right back, and that seems to confuse them.  They really don't seem to know what to do when the human they were trying to intimidate starts acting like a goose and hissing back. :)

Today I fed my feathered friend and her relatives, then picked a few blackberries by the pond before continuing on past the local high school and into the South Surrey Athletic Park.  While passing the baseball diamond and running track, I braved another patch of blackberries only to find that one of the brambles took offence to my stealing its fruit.  My french braid got caught in the thorns and I had to rely on the kindness of a good Samaritan who managed to disentangle my hair so that I could make my escape. After thanking her profusely, I refused to admit defeat, so I kept picking the berries in that patch for a few more minutes, but was careful not to get ensnared again.  

As I meandered along the Hearts In Motion trail by the park I stopped here and there to pick some huckleberries and little wild blackberries along the way.  During one of my stops an older Asian gentleman was walking the other way along the path.  He is one of the many people I see on my walks home each day, most of whom exchange a polite nod and a smile as we cross paths.  He saw my bag full of berries and my juice-stained hands and asked in heavily accented English: "are they available?"  It was clear that this was not his primary language, and it took me a minute to decipher his gestures and words, but I told him that yes, anyone could pick them.  I then showed him which bushes had huckleberries and blackberries, handed him a couple, assured him with words and gestures that they were good to eat, and told him to stay away from the black round berries which were not.  He was amazed that anyone could pick and eat the berries.  After trying the fruit and beaming with joy, he had me teach him how to say "huckleberry" and a moment after he resumed his walk, he was on his cell phone chattering in his own language. The only word I could decipher from his conversation was "huckleberry."  I could be wrong, but I'd like to think that he was telling his wife of his new discovery and the nice young lady who drew his attention to the delicacies he'd unknowingly been walking past every day.

Walk Off The Earth

We've entered Lantern Season, and the end of the school year which means my "free time" seems to have vanished and been replaced by more chaotic work shifts and working on lanterns.  The month leading up to the Vancouver Folk Music Festival is always hectic and chaotic for me, though I'll admit that nothing quite compares to last year.

Because of this frenzied time, I have gotten behind in e-mails, blog posts, facebook messages and just about every other kind of communication I'm supposed to have responded to.  My most humble apologies if you are among the people who are wondering if I'm ignoring you (I'm not!) I  just need more hours in the day and days in the week!

Despite this, I have spent a smidgen of my time perusing YouTube (usually to wind down my frenzied brain before bed) and was reminded of why I like Walk Off The Earth so much.  They're funny, creative and talented.  Most of you are probably familiar with their cover of Goyte's "Somebody That I Used To Know"  where all five of the band members play the same guitar:

But my favorite so far has got to be their cover of "Little Boxes" the song by Malvina Reynolds that Pete Seeger made famous.  I think this video is rather brilliant!

Hey, look at that!  I connected Folk Fest with Walk Off The Earth via Pete Seeger - aren't I clever?  Hello? Anyone?  Oh, never mind.

So, while I'm busy pulling out my hair trying to build this years lantern, enjoy a little of the genius that is Walk Off The Earth by clicking the above.

Dad's Tools

My favorite spot as a baby.
Dad's hair went grey shortly after this!

In honour of Father's Day last weekend, here's a little recollection about my dad.

One morning I woke up as usual, got ready for school, then went upstairs to get my breakfast and grab my lunch before getting a ride with dad.  He was already up, sitting in his chair, a grumpy expression on his face.  When he saw me, he audibly harrumphed.  While my dad was in no way a morning person, this was a little far on the grumpy scale for the average morning, so I raised an eyebrow and asked something along the lines of "what's wrong with you?"

Dad's face got red and he spit out "how could you?!"

Completely flabbergasted, I raised my hands in surrender and asked him what on earth he was talking about. I'd only been up for fifteen minutes or so, and couldn't imagine what I might have done to get into trouble in that short time.

"How could you leave all of my tools outside in the rain like that?!"

"Uh, dad I haven't touched your tools..."

"You lined them up along the side of the house and left them there to rust overnight in the rain!"

"No, I didn't.  I swear!"

Fuming now, he said "YES YOU DID!"

"Dad, why would I do that?  I swear I haven't gone near your tools!  I certainly didn't leave them outside! What are you talking about?  Where are they?"

"Alongside the house! In the rain!"

"You've been outside already?  You've seen them?"

"Well, I... Harrumph!"

"Dad, I swear I didn't touch your tools, and I'm sure mom didn't either.  If you don't believe me, go look!"

So he did.  He came back a few minutes later, rather flustered and confused, having found that all of his tools were safely where they belonged in the tool room, not outside laid out against the house to rust in the rain.  Turns out he'd had a rather convincing dream and when he woke up, thought his dream was real. That was the first and last time I got in trouble for doing something in someone else's dream!

It's Officially Lantern Season!

We turn this...

...into this.

Which lit up looks like this.
(My Serenity Lantern)

It's official.  It's lantern season!  First blood was drawn in the Folk Fest lantern workshop today, at the hands of some evil bamboo and dried glue and tissue.  Several of us are sporting minor cuts, and at least one person got burned by the hot glue gun. I'm sure there are many more slivers, nicks and hot glue burns to come but all of the minor injuries seem well worth it when you see the finished products lit up. For three nights, you get to feel like a rock star as everyone  is mesmerized by the lanterns you've built weaving through the night crowd.  Now if only I could figure out what to build this year...

My Elliot.

                    Jacquie's Spock.

Maureen's Tardis and Lin's K-9 & Dalek

It's Curtains For You

This weekend I dog-sat for my mom while she went on an adventure with her garden club.  It was while I was staying at her house that I remembered one of the things that she does that drives me nuts.  Whenever mom tidies the house in anticipation of company, she likes to close the shower curtain to hide any clutter that might be found in the tub area.  She's done this for as long as I can remember.  I hate it!  I actually go an open the curtain slightly any time I see this.

I saw Hitchcock's Psycho at a rather young age - possibly too young.   I don't remember the specifics, but I think I may have snuck in when my dad was watching it late one night.  In addition to this, over the years there have been numerous scenes in movies and television shows where someone has been hiding behind a shower curtain waiting to do something nefarious.  Every time I go past a closed shower curtain, I feel the need to make sure that there isn't anyone hiding there waiting to attack me.  I know it's irrational, but I can't help it.

So that you can share in my fear:

The Original Shower Scene From Psycho 1960

The Loony Toons Shower Scene Spoof