So there it is, that little tree. I actually had to undress it, as it came wrapped in some really ugly red foil and was decorated with some glittery styrofoam balls. Poor tree. It was one of the last, dwarfed ones. The last leftovers. I really hope that it is going to survive more than the holidays. The last thing I would want to do would be to kill a christmas tree, slowly... so i will need to be very careful. Right now it does look like a bonsai Christmas tree... Hmm, and yes, the needles are prickly...
I will follow the instructions, the ones that came on a drenched piece of paper with the tree. It is raining. It is a warm, spring-rain, it feels like spring, in a city, not necessarily in new york. At least not on the upper westside. There seemed to be fewer cars, fewer people in the street, fewer of everything else as well. This is the final chance, the final days, this is the time, let's buy whatever is left over. The wine store on 93rd seemed to be out of bordeaux (at least the kind under $150), there was just not much left in general. I guess everybody is giving wine to their doormen?, to somehow distract them from a lower than usual end of year gift?... Or maybe it is just good to give wine... And I wonder why I am writing about wine here anyway... it is Christmas eve, the evening when it all somehow happens. Or used to happen. Or will happen...
There will be Japanese food for dinner tonight. This might be the easiest way to keep up with the tradition of having twelve dishes.
It is a very quiet time. All good, all good... I think... let's celebrate... somehow... please...