The Poodle Tree…

Charlie's owned a lot of houses over the years.  One of his past houses I drive by on my way to my parent’s house every day.  It is a retired professor from LaGrange College that bought the house.  The poodle tree sits in his front yard and every year it is the prettiest decorated tree in town.  Dad and I were talking on the phone about it just a moment ago. It is just chock full of colored Christmas lights.  Nothing fancy.  Just pretty. “Let’s do your front hedges like that,” I told my father. Dad laughed. “You’ve already bitten off more that you can chew,” he replied with regards to me doing his outside Christmas lights this year. I could just picture him grinning broadly at my enthusiasm on the other end of the phone. “We’ve still got to get your Christmas tree and lights up as well,” he reminded me. In the Realm of the Night Crawlers… I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I am he who goes bump in the night lately.  I went to bed around daybreak and woke up when it was getting dark today. This has happened several times this week.  The only problem is that I have to take mom to the movies and out to eat after noon tomorrow. I wonder how I will hold up without that extra sleep?  I am looking forward to eating at Chic-Fil-A, though.  I want a two sandwich meal deal and we are also getting dessert at Sonic.  I want another large chocolate shake for the long drive back up the interstate.
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