I’m terrible at math. I’m abysmally horrible at math. I literally cannot wrap my head around the concepts involved in doing math. Which is why there’s no answer to the equation in the title of this blog post. The answer, I suppose, will have to come from you.
Today I had the day off. Ryan had to work, and I had a whole day to myself. This never happens. Ever. But this morning he left as I dozed in bed and off to work he went, leaving me with specific instructions to make sure I had the Christmas tree dismantled and disposed of before he got home. Or, at least, I think that’s what he said. When I got up,I made a plan to get all my work done so I could enjoy a shopping trip this afternoon. The shoe store misses me, so the first thing I did was take down our poor tree. It makes me so sad to take it down but unfortunately, it was shedding needles all over the place.
Of course, the creative beast in me was in full force today, since I was sitting idly at home, and taking down the piece of artwork in our living room that was also known as our Christmas tree left me feeling artistically void. So I had to come up with another project. A Christmas project.
Before you call me crazy, let me explain. Ummm… ok so there’s really not a “sane” explanation here, but I’m going to try to make this sound as normal as possible. See, my mom’s side of the family celebrates Christmas late every year. Not, like, a week late. No, we’ve been known to combine Christmas and Groundhog Day, Christmas and Valentine’s Day, or Christmas and Easter. I think we have a tentative date of early February this year, but I don’t have a confirmation on that yet. Either way, I’m trying to be prepared. In addition to our late celebration tradition, my mom and her sisters also have a tradition of exchanging homemade Christmas gifts. This is one of my favorite traditions, and it’s one I’m starting to put a lot of thought into. Last year, I found some old windows in a shed on my grandparents’ farm and sanded and repainted them for my mom and my aunts.
This year, I have another trick up my sleeve. This project isn’t as sentimental; the parts didn’t come from the farm. But it’s been fun to work on all the same. And it’s given me an excuse to break out my pink tools!
I also got to use Ryan’s drill:
But I don’t think he trusts me with it, because he took over without letting me finish…
We made a bit of a mess:
But I guess that’s what happens when you start with some of this:
Oh, and the Christmas tree thing? Apparently, he told me to un-decorate it so he could remove it from the living room when he got home from work. Luckily, I was a step ahead of him. He wasn’t so thrilled; he thought that little tree was too heavy for me to be moving. Apparently, in the seven years he’s known me, he hasn’t picked up on the fact that I can be quite contrary. What? I like to exercise my Superwoman muscles. I’m not going to break!
So, as for the math problem? I’ll let you figure that out. I have some wine and a project to finish. I’ll show you when it’s done and my mom and my aunts have received them.