our christmas tree is now our front yard tree, as it has been relocated to the sidewalk to await pick up and chipping by the city. david stuck it in the snow bank, standing erect, and acting like it belongs there.

the city might miss it. i guess we better knock it over.
meanwhile, inside the house, ramona practices her cucumber-a-phone instrument.

low lights. smooth jazz cucumber. niiiiiice.
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She needs some musical instruments. I guess her birthday will take care of that.
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