finally. the christmas tree is UP.
after quite a bit of searching, struggling, sweating and cussing (on my part), matt and i finally got the son of a ... er ... tree, erected and assembled.
and by erected, i mean jiggling and manipulating (!!! ... i know what some of you are thinking) the stand so that the tree would stay in place, semi-securely.
okay, let me back up. none of this was in the plans. not that i really had any plans, per se. except to forage in my garage for the pre-decorated and pre-lit christmas tree that i've used for the past few years.
but as i was foraging, i stumbled upon a silver christmas tree that i bought last year at the GW bargain barn, after christmas. funny how hoarders (hi sue!) forget what we've bought. out of sight, out of mind. at least in the case of my feeble mind.
anyhow, i do remember thinking it'd be fun to have a silver christmas tree because i was raised with one. it was the tree of my childhood christmases. and it was just standing there, begging me to take it home. for $3. so i crammed it into my camry, shoved it in my garage and promptly forgot about it.
matt and i managed to get all the pieces in the house and honestly, i wasn't sure we could make it happen. i thought i remembered it all in one piece, but geez, what a frickin' mess we were facing.
i assigned matt the job of separating and organizing the branches by size, etc. while i worked on the damn stand. yes, it was damned. trust me.
it soon became painfully obvious WHY this tree was donated to goodwill. the stand was wonky and well, just wouldn't work. no matter how hard we tried or how much i cussed it.
we ended up using another tree stand that i had acquired this year from the yard sale of fellow FAG, jannetta. that's when i realized that it wasn't the stands that were wonky, but the tree itself.
however, with some ingenious resourcefulness and execution (think stuffed dishtowels, blocks of wood and lots of praying along with the cussing), we were finally able to stablize the tree. at least enough to finish assembling the branches and decorate the blasted thing.
why?? why??? why?!?!?!? i don't know. as i told matt when he asked me the same question, it started as a sweet sentimental project ... having a silver cmas tree again. but it evolved into a battle of wills ... the tree versus me. a matter of principle. okay, an obsession of not losing to a stupid, crazyass mess of silver and plastic and metal.
evidence provided below. heh heh
love and hugs,