Mid to late November: it's time to decorate.
December: "enjoy" the decorations.
Late December/early January: remove decorations
Doesn't this seem psychotic? That you dress your house in annoying clothes because of a certain time of year? Why would one feel compelled to surround oneself with different tacky shit just because it's December?
Anyway, I've noticed that the tacky shit spends a week sitting in boxes around the living room upon both arrival and departure, so we have 2 weeks of cardboard boxes for 4 weeks of 'enjoying' the tacky shit. Huh?
When my parents die, I would guess that around 85% of their stuff will be thrown out, because it is actually more useful in a landfill than in anyone's home.
You can read more about my detached, ironic view of life in my upcoming book, "My Detached, Ironic View of Life."
