De-Christmasified
January 6, 2024
Reboxed ornanents and took down the tree, lights, decorations and stockings. Reduced the large dining table to its round config and returned it to the west wing, swapping it out for our square table which took its rightful spot back in the kitchen. Re-shuffled some other tables, baskets, plants, and reclaimed some tchotchkes that had been temporarily banished in favor of holiday stuff.
All back to normal.
Looks bare around here. It’ll take a few days to adjust to the relative spareness (our house is anything but spare). I know I say it every year, but: it just feels great.
Here’s our tree in the gutter. Bye tree.
Jim and I both had the sensation that the season seemed short this year. Not sure why that would be; we went to most of the same events, repeated the usual activities, checked off all the traditional tasks on the list. Maya was here for five days, Peter for twelve. It was all just comfy and great.
Deeply grateful for all of it.
Life of Wry 