Sam and I just had a blowup over the lights. He insists on placing the lights around the tree too tightly even when I tell him ask him to simply lay them around the tree so we can work them through the limbs easier later. I suppose you caught that; I can be bossy! Don't ya' think I realize it? I mean, after all, don't most women become raving maniacs frustrated from time to time with our male companions when they won't obey us listen to reason?

*The lights are laying nicely on the tree; I have been informed. It is my honorable duty to be kind and go check them out.

Writing really does save me. I find solace here. Had to go  scream into a pillow get away from the tree for a moment, then think it all through here in my haven. Can anyone out there relate to these blues?

** By the by, for those who may have already viewed my previous entry, I revised the link to the page on which the lyrics and music for the song of Mary can be seen and heard. I didn't like the way the song lyrics moved on the previous link. If you liked the song, this page is much nicer.

 Merry, Merry Magic!!