The first phase of Christmas decorating is underway: the porch furniture’s back inside.
I should have done this in September, but I always put it off in hope that there will be one or two more 75º days. This is a mistake: September always turns into October, and then this year we were distracted by the porch roof. We discovered that the rubber had aged out, and duct tape wasn’t going to fix it.
Don’t you just love spending wheelbarrows of money on things no one will ever see?
You’d think I would have had enough sense to bring in the furniture before the workers started tearing off the old roof, but no. When I finally got around to closing down the porch on December 1 (!), with the help of Older Son, I not only had the usual accumulation of dust and spider webs to clean, I also had to cope with 30 years of grit and pulverized varnish dislodged from the tongue-and-groove ceiling during the installation of the new decking.
Nothing was permanently damaged; the furniture is mostly easy-care stackable plastic chairs, and the artwork cleaned up well, too (original primitives in terracotta and plaster of paris–my kids went to arts specialty schools).
Except for five chairs I hope to get to in the morning, everything’s tucked in a corner of the basement now. High time: we’re expecting our first measurable snow tonight.
When the last chair goes downstairs tomorrow, the Christmas wreath is coming up. Once that’s on the front door, and the Christmas mugs have replaced the eclectic collection in the kitchen, I won’t miss the porch again until, oh, about March.
© 2010 Anne Bingham and Making It Up as I Go