Early Christmas Decorating

Introduce the topic of Christmas decorating to any conversation and you will quickly find that people are unexpectedly passionate. Early decorators typically are just happy doing their thing and others can like it nor not. They’re doing it for themselves and are satisfied with their life choices. The Not-Before-Thanksgiving folks can be pretty passionate about their belief that we should give that holiday its own space and wait till December.

When I was a kid, we always decorated the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It was tradition. First, we would give thanks on Thursday for all we had before heading out to forget gratitude and bargain hunt on Friday. Then on Saturday we would embrace Christmas as we had finally crossed some imaginary line on the calendar.

When I was the marketing director for my county, I was responsible for the Christmas event in our county seat. That meant organizing businesses, nonprofits and crafters for an afternoon of fun on the first Saturday in December.

It was a lot of work in addition to my regular job and I typically started planning in July or August. Friends, it is hard to think about Christmas trees and hot chocolate on a sweltering summer day so I would often begin listening to Christmas music just to make those planning days more enjoyable, By fall I was watching Christmas movies and by Veterans Day I was decorating at home.

This year, I started decorating last week and put up one of my trees yesterday.

I typically don’t host for Thanksgiving so I’m not ruining anyone’s holiday with the greenery and lights on my mantle. The tree I put up yesterday celebrates winter more than Christmas as it’s loaded with berries, pine cones, wooden mushrooms, little primitive churches and birds.

Before that I spent some time adding small festive touches to bookshelves and corners of the house that could use some brightening up.

Personally, I don’t mean to rush Christmas so much as I want to have more time with the beautiful decorations and white lights that I enjoy so much. Christmas can wait while you all eat your turkeys. Personally I’m thankful to be vegetarian so I don’t have a bird’s demise on my conscience. That’s one of many things I’m thankful for as I enjoy the warmth and light of my fortunate life.

Besides, it is a lot of work so it’s nice to stretch out the enjoyment as much as possible.

Friends, I hope you will do what works best for you. Cover everything in tinsel and baubles as early as you like or….wait till the week of Christmas. Whatever makes you happy works for me.

Life has felt dark and uncertain lately. Personally, I’m happy for the comfort and joy I feel in the presence of the warm glow of Christmas lights

This Is Ohio

I live in southern Ohio. That means it can literally snow on Monday and look like a winter wonderland only for all that pretty white stuff to disappear before lunch on Tuesday.

This literally happened this week.

On Wednesday, I was warm in a jacket as temperatures soared near sixty. By 9 pm I was shivering and reaching for warmth.

Living in Ohio also means that there is road construction everywhere and it seems to have no end. Concrete barriers and rows of orange barrels are lined up like toy soldiers for as far as the eye can see and for moths and years at a time.

I’m convinced there is no warehouse large enough to store all of the state’s orange barrels and cones so we just keep them out on the road.

But we are polite and we’ll wave to the construction workers as they flag us through a single lane. After all, they’ve had to work outside through this week’s moody weather.

This is Ohio. Look out for those orange barrels and enjoy the swing in weather. If you don’t like it today just sit tight. It will be different soon!

Well, Well, Well

Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up. It’s finally Friday and the workweek is about to wrap up for us 9 to 5’ers.

I’m usually not a fan of living for the weekends but, Geeze Louise, I’ll be glad for a little rest.

But first, we must push through today and see what all we can accomplish! Friends, go forth and conquer this day and enjoy whatever will make your heart happy!

Valiant Or Nuts?

This weekend I bought a book just to save it from an uncertain fate. Have you ever done that? Probably not but hear me out. 

I was browsing the Half Price Books clearance section when I came across this beautiful spine and cover amongst the children’s chapter books. When it was published in 1879, it was part of a series called the “Boy Trapper Series” which was indeed geared toward kids. 

In 2025, it’s an antique in great condition for its age and probably not that interesting to modern children. 

Author Harry Castlemon penned this tale about a young boy named David Evans who works as a trapper and mail carrier. As best I can tell, it’s not worth much. I paid $5 for it on clearance but found a few copies going for $30-$40 online. The cover is beautiful and it reminded me of all the book crafts that folks are peddling in videos online these days. Crafty types are hollowing out books to hold a vase, making them into kitchen knife holders or ripping off the cover to frame. Heart stopping, some of these are, and I hated to see this poor old book gutted and hung on some kid’s wall. 

So, there you go. My book collecting has officially taken a new turn. No longer am I just buying books I want to read, I’m now buying them so no one else can have them. 

Valiant or nuts? It’s a fine line and I’m ok with whatever side you think I belong on. 

Incredible Water

Something truly amazing happened here yesterday.

I ran water while the electricity was off.

You see, the electric company had to turn off my power while they replaced a pole in front of my house and it was off longer than I would have liked.

But I was able to run water.

For those of you who have never relied on a well, you’re probably wondering what the big deal is. You turn on your faucet and water comes flowing from some municipal water source just as it should.

The thing is, until this summer, I lived my entire life reliant on a well for water. Since well pumps require electricity to work, there was no water access during an outage.

I do live in a forest after all and dense woods can lead to trees on power lines at any time.

It’s inconvenient but you learn to manage. I have always kept plastic jugs filled with water for flushing. Gallon jugs of water from the store could be used for washing or drinking. If we knew a winter storm was on the way, I would fill pans of water of water too. Just in case.

But all that changed this summer when county water finally found its way up my road. It came part way several years ago and the end of the line was a hydrant less than a mile from my home. Now there’s a shiny new water tower on the hill behind my house and lines going on to several more households beyond my own.

My dad recalls a petition to bring water here back in the seventies so it had been a long time coming. I was the first on my road to sign up for a new tap this summer and have been enjoying the delights of county water since July.

I am grateful every day that I turn on a faucet and clean water comes out. It is plentiful. It tastes ok. It isn’t hard like my well water which the health department told us wasn’t even safe to drink. In fact, I now understand the lifetime of dental problems that have haunted me. There is no water filtration system that would make my well water healthy to drink.

I belong to some frugal living and nonconsumer groups on Facebook and am always shocked by the arrogance of people who announce to the world the easiest and smartest way to save money is to stop buying bottled water. “It’s wasteful,” they say. “There’s no excuse for it,” they say.

It’s just their lack of experience talking but they sound so tone deaf and so out of touch when they continue to argue with people like me who have essentially no choice. There are places in this country including on my own road where there is no water to be had. People have to haul in water by the truck full if they’re lucky or by the jug if they don’t have a way to haul large amounts. I once saw a news story about an Indian Reservation in this country where the government helped fund new house trailers for seniors but they’re on land without water. The kitchen faucet may be pretty but it’s useless for those folks who have to carry in gallon jugs and heat their water in a pan on the stove.

While I had running water, we lived in fear of a drought or that the pump might go bad. These things never happened at two in the afternoon either. It was always late at night or on the coldest or hottest day of the year and parts aren’t always easy to come by. The local well drilling company is wonderful but they can’t always come at a moment’s notice.

I still keep water on hand because a line break is always possible and I’ve experienced a few days of pressure issues as they’ve been extending the new lines. So I still have to be prepared but not at the level I did this time last year.

Again, I am grateful.

I hope the novelty of running water on a day without electricity is never lost on me because it sparked true and powerful joy when I could wash my hands and fill a water bottle without thought or labor!

A New Suitcase For Fall Adventures!

Fall is finally here and that means it’s vacation season for many of us. It’s the perfect time to travel because all the families with kids are back at home and, depending on where you go, it can cost less.

I have a couple of trips upcoming where I need a larger bag – something I can just check at the airport and pray makes it to my destination on the same day I do.

Unfortunately, I have traveled with just a strategically planned carry-on bag for so long I didn’t have a larger bag. The search for just the right suitcase has been on for a while now.

I had a checklist of requirements. It has to have spinner wheels and it can’t be too heavy. For that matter, it can’t be too big either. I’m traveling for a few days, not looking to smuggle a body through the airport. It couldn’t be black because, first of all, how unimaginative and second of all, have you seen the sea of black bags in any airport?

I searched online. I dragged my poor fella into stores. I dragged myself into stores alone so I could stand before a wall of exactly the wrong suitcases and agonize over why the world never seems to make exactly what I need..

And then last Friday night I found myself in Marshall’s admiring a suitcase the likes of which I had never seen. It met all the requirements and had the spinniest of spinner wheels. I really liked it but couldn’t decide if it was fabulously quirky or maybe a little tacky.

It’s a fine line sometimes.

I left it on the shelf and walked away until a few minutes later when I saw some guy man handling MY suitcase!

The nerve!

When he put it back on the shelf, I nabbed it, put it in my cart, and proceeded to torture myself with indecision for a good fifteen minutes. I finally put it back, worried that it might not hold up well.

Let’s stop here for a moment. Very few people know this about me but I have the attitude of a depression era farmer that every item I buy must last forever. I am disappointed every time I have to replace a skillet or pair of shoes because “they just don’t make things like they used to anymore.” As though I’m going to someday show up at the pearly gates with my forty year old egg skillet and a pristine suitcase in tow.

Yes, I am aware that I sound ridiculous. Just wait. It gets worse.

So I went home and immediately regretted the decision to leave it behind. And I woke up thinking about it on Saturday.

Why didn’t I just buy the darn thing and return it if I found something better?

That’s a great question.

I couldn’t find it online so, after a day of adventuring, I called Marshall’s and they did still have the suitcase. So my fella and I drove the forty minutes to retrieve the suitcase. Afterward, he asked what I wanted for supper and my answer was essentially “I don’t know but I’m wondering if I should have bought the carry-on size too.”

After all, I was never going to find it again. Long story short, this sweet guy volunteered to buy it for me. I’m still not sure if this generous offer was to give me something I really wanted or to buy himself some peace but I’m grateful either way.

Meet Thelma and Louise.

They will be easy to spot in the airport!

Tacky or cool? I’m still not sure but I think they’re me so it really doesn’t matter.

The moral of the story though is that I drove forty minutes one way to buy something I could have just bought and returned once I made up my mind. Also, I need to loosen my grip on this notion that things must last forever and just enjoy life once in a while!