I got home from the candlelight vigil Wednesday afternoon to find a tree on my house.

Imagine my surprise to find this when I got home from Washington
Plus, the power was out in the entire neighborhood with the coldest weather of the season approaching. In fact, it was out all night, came on in the morning and went out again, came on in the afternoon and went out again.
I went out into the yard to start cutting up the limbs for firewood and was reminded how much Mike loved to cut wood with the chainsaw. I think he might have enjoyed it too much. He would’ve had the whole thing cut up in a couple hours.
But my chainsaw isn’t working and Mike isn’t here to fix it, so I cut the smaller stuff and the contractor who came to get the tree off the house cut up the rest.
I hear Christmas music and am reminded of how it used to annoy Mike. It is intrusive. Everywhere I went this week it was playing in the background — gas stations, stores, even the Smithsonian in Washington.
Ho, ho, ho.
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