Broken Figurines
Yesterday I came home from Edmonton from visiting in an absolutely torrential downpour. Twice I pulled off the road because visibility was zero. Phil told me I was in a precarious position because someone could mistake me for a moving car a nd plaster me. Considering the conditions I saw I had no other choice but to sit there. A sitting duck, in my opinion, is much better than a dead one any day, of course, unless you hunt them. Fast forward about two hours and you have what happened that you see in this picture. Going around Phil's monstrous recliner that sits near the fireplace, I tripped over his phone charger cord, which is near the cord for the lighted garland that lays behind the figurines on the mantel that's been that way since Christmas. I felt if people have other lighted trees at their home year round that I could have lighted garland on my mantel surrounding my figurines year round. (The two angels Laura gave me, by the way, survived without injury.) Somehow I remai