Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, blah, blah, blah,blah, blah.

This sad specimen is the smaller of what the lovely Mrs. Sneed refers to as the barbed wire Christmas tree. It is hard to see clearly in this image, but that is a hat atop it. My father, who died in August of 2005, loved Christmas and so we decided to use his hat to top the tree. She's a beauty, isn't she? We celebrated younger son Sneed's birthday today by meeting for breakfast. The older son Sneed and his family, along with daughter Sneed and her Sneedlet were in attendance. Of course the lovely Mrs. Sneed and yours truly were there. It was very nice. Unfortunately, I got a call just as we were leaving the parking lot from Cletus Sneed our homeless son. He wanted to know if we would be home in an hour or so. Never a good sign. He is presently working at a used car lot as the only employee. He says he makes $50 per day plus 10% of the profit on any cars he sells. According to Cletus they only sold 5 cars so far in November, so it isn't big money. I figured that this would end with him asking for money. About an hour or so later he showed up just as I was getting started on some fall yard work. We have to prune the bougainvillea back before the first freeze. Otherwise you wind up with a bunch of dead branches in the spring. Trimming them also requires a trip to the dump to dispose of the trimmings. We spent the next 2 hours trimming, bagging and loading the truck, plus another hour taking them to the dump. We finished about 4:30 pm and I dropped him at the bus. He never did ask for any money. All in all, it was tolerable I guess. When I got home from the dump the lovely Mrs. Sneed and I went out shopping for a really good fake Christmas tree. We already have a mini-forest of fake trees. We have traditional fake pine, a white tree, with white lights so bright the you could guide the space shuttle back to Earth with it, a smaller white tree and probably another that I can't identify off the top of my head. The problem is that we have a hard time being enthusiastic about Christmas and so we flit from idea to idea. One year, at least, we had no tree. This year we got a 9.5 foot, slim something pine, emphasis on the slim. It was purchased to be set in a particular spot in the foyer area of our house, although it may be moved. We'll see. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor