Putting up the Christmas lights

The new neighbors have shamed me. They put out their Christmas lights. Holy Snohomish-PUD! There can’t be a square inch of exposed aluminum siding on their house anymore. They must have put up a billion lights. I suspect I won’t be sleeping until the New Year.

The best part though was how they put the lights up. We put lights on our roof. I send the wife up there and I spot her. There are 2 reasons for this arrangement. Number 1: I figure I can catch her, whereas if I fall on her… well, do the physics. It’d be like Santa falling on an elf. Number 2: The wife is part nanny goat.

Anyway, back to the wacky neighbors. I got up this morning to see Mrs Neighbor parking one of their vehicles in front of my house. Why? They needed to create room for a cherry picker. And they did not get the small one either, but rather one of those big bastards that they use to work on stuff 30 or more feet in the air. Their house has almost the exact same layout as ours. We live in a split-level. A cherry picker!?!

So now, not only do I have to increase the wattage on our lights. Not only do I have to get my lights up sooner. But I need to get some big heavy equipment to help me do the job! Maybe I could rent a steam roller. Ho-ho-ho.