Well, it was time to take all the Christmas decorations down, and now the house is looking mighty bare. It will be easier to keep the tabletops free of dust, but I miss the sparkly stuff all the same.
Once everything was taken down and boxed up, the fun really began — getting the boxes up and into the attic. Our former abode had a wide, fixed staircase into an attic that was fully floored and was ,essentially, a third floor on the home. No stooping necessary. No obstacles in the middle of the attic, just a really big space for storage. Having all that storage was a mixed blessing, of course, because it was way too easy to put stuff up there and forget it. When we decided to sell that house, it took us weeks of hard labor to sort through all the boxes and eventually get rid of most things. Downsizing isn’t easy, that’s for sure.
Now this house has a very low roof and almost no attic storage space at all. Recently, we had another set of pull-down stairs and some flooring put in so we could access a bit of empty space above the garage, but it’s still not much space, and we haven’t had a light put up there yet. Nothing like ascending pull-down stairs into a black hole with a flashlight and a box in hand. Cumbersome and awkward. It was during this gymnastic pursuit that I discovered that most of the boxes I’d packed were too big and too heavy to manage. Now what? Unpack and re-pack things into smaller boxes, of course.
By the time everything was re-boxed, taken up, and stowed away, with the exception of the outdoor reindeer, it seemed pretty clear to me that we’d reached our decorating zenith. We can’t add anything unless we take something else away. (Well, maybe we could squeeze in a lighted candy cane or two, but that’s about it.) I’m not real sure where we’re going to stash the reindeer. He’s huge! Now I can understand why the folks with the woodsy front yards on Acorn Oak leave their reindeer up all year. Wish we had enough greenery to camouflage ours. I tell you, I’d be sorely tempted to let him spend the year in the great outdoors.
Of course, by the time next Christmas rolls around, I’ll have forgotten all this inconvenience and be thrilled to get the decorations out of the attic again. I just hope I don’t get crazy and buy another reindeer.