I am ushering you into the weekend with footage of our annual Christmas Tree Burn. Which was *conveniently* scheduled for the day IMMEDIATELY after the women's retreat I helped to plan, and four days before Art Fest. Despite being in the eye of the volunteering storm, the evening was fun--and alternately FREEZING and BURNING HOT.
Mike started this little tradition in the back yard of the house we are selling--not his *wisest* decision. When it was clear we were breaking oh-so-many fire codes, the event was moved to various fields that are not near ANY houses. Safer, but still terrifying. Fire just isn't in my blood, people; but it is for my husband and his brother, who once thought it BRILLIANT to kill the moles in his parents yard by pouring gasoline into their tunnels and setting them on fire. Um. THAT is how you catch an entire yard on fire, in case you're wondering.
For WEEKS ahead of the "BURN", as we'll call it, Mike would scour tree recycling sites--there was such an excitement in it for him, but to me it just seems like a TON of work. To burn something. And then it occurred to me, that this is what Mike thinks about Hobby Lobby, and learning the art of crochet (or fill in your craft of choice). A ton of work for a flower made out of yarn. Touche, Mike. Touche. If burning something is your creative outlet, then I say GREAT! Just don't do it in front of the children, lest they get the (genetic) idea to chase the varmin out of our yard with flames.
This weekend, I *might* start thinking about what life would be like if we weren't living in my in-laws basement. But I'm not gonna lie, that sounds like a crap ton of work, too. Update on the house coming next week. Peace out.