Saturday, November 30, 2013
That's the Barbie bathroom where the hole in the ceiling leads to an unfinished attic. Now that The Brothers are older, they've taken on the job of climbing a ladder, hoisting themselves up through the square and getting whatever we need that's been stored up there. This year, they invented a pulley system which took a bit longer but entailed zero help from The Long Suffering Mother. The Christmas decorations are down, and now, in addition to the life-size bilingual Santa, we have boxes filled with Christmas cheer to distribute throughout our mansion.
I know you can't wait.
(I promise that I will have some more in-depth reportage and musings or mullings, along with scintillating poetry one of these days --)