i'm a lumberjack and i'm okay
This year, for the very first time ever, I purchased and set up my own Christmas tree, all by myself.
(I'm not counting last year as it was miznarrator's tree, even though we were pretty much cohabitating already)
As you can see, it's a small tree for a small flat - the top just about comes to my collarbone, and we all know I'm basically a hobbit. Still, I feel like I have Achieved A Thing today, and not just in terms of the physical labour involved in hacking the tree out of the pot it came in, cutting the roots off, and successfully wrangling it into the tree stand. It felt like a bit of a milestone, truth be told: one of those moments you stop and take note of as you work your way toward adulthood. The box next to 'Do My Own Christmas Tree' has been ticked, you know?
And the fact that it felt like a Thing actually helped, in the end. There's nothing quite like ~significance~ to lend you encouragement when you're hacking away at the base of a tiny pine tree with the world's bluntest hacksaw. Note to Miz N: we should look out for replacement blades for that thing, seriously.
Also, when I went downstairs to the alley behind the flat to do some tree-chopping (like a motherfucking adult!), my upstairs neighbours, who I don't know very well but with whom I always exchange pleasant, slightly awkward smiles in the stairwell, were outside having a smoke. The following scene took place.
LAURA: *enters stage left, carrying a pine tree and a saw, wearing a flannel hoodie and a toque*
NEIGHBOURS: ...........
LAURA: *smiles politely at neighbours, starts sawing away at the pine tree*
NEIGHBOUR #1: .... So. You're Canadian?
In my head, I just went LOL WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CLUE?
(I'm not counting last year as it was miznarrator's tree, even though we were pretty much cohabitating already)
As you can see, it's a small tree for a small flat - the top just about comes to my collarbone, and we all know I'm basically a hobbit. Still, I feel like I have Achieved A Thing today, and not just in terms of the physical labour involved in hacking the tree out of the pot it came in, cutting the roots off, and successfully wrangling it into the tree stand. It felt like a bit of a milestone, truth be told: one of those moments you stop and take note of as you work your way toward adulthood. The box next to 'Do My Own Christmas Tree' has been ticked, you know?
And the fact that it felt like a Thing actually helped, in the end. There's nothing quite like ~significance~ to lend you encouragement when you're hacking away at the base of a tiny pine tree with the world's bluntest hacksaw. Note to Miz N: we should look out for replacement blades for that thing, seriously.
Also, when I went downstairs to the alley behind the flat to do some tree-chopping (like a motherfucking adult!), my upstairs neighbours, who I don't know very well but with whom I always exchange pleasant, slightly awkward smiles in the stairwell, were outside having a smoke. The following scene took place.
LAURA: *enters stage left, carrying a pine tree and a saw, wearing a flannel hoodie and a toque*
NEIGHBOURS: ...........
LAURA: *smiles politely at neighbours, starts sawing away at the pine tree*
NEIGHBOUR #1: .... So. You're Canadian?
In my head, I just went LOL WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CLUE?