How lovely are thy Australian branches
Dec. 22nd, 2003 07:44 pmFor several weeks I have been trying to decide whether to buy a real (traditional and cheap) or artificial (clean and convenient) Christmas tree. Today in the car the phrase "Norfolk Island pine" slipped across my tongue, so unforeseen that it must have been Freudian. This morning
androkles expressed concern over the way Christmas has spawned a global domination of pine trees, so my idea came as a slight gesture towards him. Norfolk Island pines are not pines at all, more like a giant clubmoss imported from Australia. They make nice houseplants. Marian applauded the idea, so we decided to stop at our favourite greenhouse instead of the Christmas tree farm. For a price midway between a real and artificial tree, I have a permanent, live addition to my indoor jungle.

Marian was too interested in decorating herself and her clothes—with duct tape, it's an adolescent thing—to help much with the tree, but Brenna gave expert assistance. While I strung a single strand of gold lights around it, she started unpacking decorations. Unfortunately the whole box, which has sat in the basement since last year, reeked of mouse piss. By the time I had finished the lights, Bren had unwrapped a few ornaments.
"Why don't we decorate it all in gold?" she suggested.
I think my taste has influenced her too much. Gone is the little girl who wanted as much gaudy colour as possible. Marian vetoed the all-one-colour idea, and I negotiated for some variation. We turned out a mostly gold and purple number with traces of blue, white and crystal. To finish things off, Brenna tastefully strung a row of glittery wicker snowflakes around the edge of the basket. It is awfully lovely, way too Martha Stewart for anyone's health.
Most of my decorations are survivors from my marriage and first two or three years out of the closet when I hadn't yet found my direction in life. I'm so glad I turned into a jeans and t-shirt fag instead of an exquisite decorator queen. Still, it would be wise for me to start investing in some Christmas tree kitsch for next year, otherwise my beard and chest hair are bound to start falling out and my daughters' minds will be permanently damaged.
I'm sure Martha wouldn't approve of the mouse piss, so I stowed the box of unused decorations back in the basement and we all washed our hands.

Marian was too interested in decorating herself and her clothes—with duct tape, it's an adolescent thing—to help much with the tree, but Brenna gave expert assistance. While I strung a single strand of gold lights around it, she started unpacking decorations. Unfortunately the whole box, which has sat in the basement since last year, reeked of mouse piss. By the time I had finished the lights, Bren had unwrapped a few ornaments.
"Why don't we decorate it all in gold?" she suggested.
I think my taste has influenced her too much. Gone is the little girl who wanted as much gaudy colour as possible. Marian vetoed the all-one-colour idea, and I negotiated for some variation. We turned out a mostly gold and purple number with traces of blue, white and crystal. To finish things off, Brenna tastefully strung a row of glittery wicker snowflakes around the edge of the basket. It is awfully lovely, way too Martha Stewart for anyone's health.
Most of my decorations are survivors from my marriage and first two or three years out of the closet when I hadn't yet found my direction in life. I'm so glad I turned into a jeans and t-shirt fag instead of an exquisite decorator queen. Still, it would be wise for me to start investing in some Christmas tree kitsch for next year, otherwise my beard and chest hair are bound to start falling out and my daughters' minds will be permanently damaged.
I'm sure Martha wouldn't approve of the mouse piss, so I stowed the box of unused decorations back in the basement and we all washed our hands.
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Date: 2003-12-22 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-22 05:13 pm (UTC)As for that tree -- don't let it escape. I believe they're pest trees in this hemisphere.
It looks neat, by the way.
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Date: 2003-12-22 06:02 pm (UTC)Now you've done it. That is one of my favourite movements of music.
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Date: 2003-12-22 05:33 pm (UTC)I have to ask--weren't you reading Connie Willis's Bellwether a while back? Because Marian's wanting to decorate herself with duct tape is SO something out of that novel!!
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Date: 2003-12-22 06:18 pm (UTC)It's especially funny because on the way down in the car this afternoon we had an awesome conversation in which she told me she was fed up with most of the kids in her school because they all follow the crowd. She said she has the shortest hair of any girl in the school, and most of the kids don't like her because she's a punk (she's going to a Baptist private school).
"I really don't care what people think of me," she said.
I sure wish I had been able to say that when I was 12. I also wish I could have talked that way to my dad. I was glad to hear her say, though, that a couple of kids in her class are okay. Her best friend goes to a different school.
I can see her spirit developing. She is a great kid. Right now she is slouching around the living room, digging into a fantasy novel off my shelf by Canadian author Guy Gavriel Kay.
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Date: 2003-12-22 07:15 pm (UTC)Guy Gavriel Kay is a real favorite. I think I probably have all his books, except the recent poetry collection. "Tigana" was my most favorite at one point, although of course "The Fionavar Tapestry" series is arguably the best thing of its kind since Tolkien. I admire how he's developed the knack of writing historical fiction set in alternate realities without leaning too heavily on the fantastic elements ... in some books, there's hardly anything out of the ordinary. Though I love the fantastic elements when he chooses to use them.
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Date: 2003-12-23 05:06 pm (UTC)Not mulch
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Date: 2003-12-23 05:04 pm (UTC)Where did you get y'all from? I've hardly heard that since I was a kid and my family would visit Florida on the March Break from school.
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Date: 2003-12-23 07:37 am (UTC)I love the tree instead of tree cutting.
I love that conversation with your daughter about being different and not wanting to fit into the crowd, but still having friends.
I do gain much from your posts. Hope in fact.
Mouse piss or no, the tree with the ornaments looks nice.
I think you are onto something with getting decorations now for next year. Smart.
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Date: 2003-12-23 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-23 01:58 pm (UTC)But my husband is German, and tanenbaum is oh so important to him.
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Date: 2003-12-23 05:53 pm (UTC)