We’ve been at 3675 for over a year now, and it’s no longer the “first time” we do anything in this house. It’s now the second time. Or, in the case of some things – like laying mulch – it’s the third time. Or the fourth time. Jeez – it might even be the fifth time we’ve laid mulch, dammit. That first time you do some “thing” in your home – especially your first home – is always special; I mean, it’s the first time. I think Hallmark might even make greeting cards for your first Christmas in your new house. But now that we’re on our second times (at least), I’m finding that second times are pretty cool, too.
We now have traditions. Temple traditions. Templitions.
Like our Christmas tree. Last year, we cut our tree down on Mt. Lassen over Thanksgiving weekend. This year, we weren’t at Mt. Lassen for Thanksgiving, but we couldn’t break tradition. Even our little itty bitty one-year-old tradition. We had to go out and cut down our own tree again. We couldn’t make do with a stale, conical, tree-lot tree (egad!).
So we rallied our new homeowner friends, Jessica and Larry, and we drove an hour up to a farm outside Sebastopol to find ourselves the perfect tree for the Second Fun Old Fashioned Temple Family Christmas.
And you know, it might even be more perfect than the first one…