Lighting the House

Last Sunday the keeper told me that she heard a really good homily on revolutionary patience.  She could apply it quite easily to issues in the world, in the church. But today, she realized she wasn't ready to apply it to stringing Christmas lights.  She was going to call Todd to put up the lights, but thought she would save money since she is spending a lot on Alice's treatments.  She should have called Todd.  She spent several hours outside in the front and back trying to wrap the trees and bushes and house in neat light.  She ended up swearing a lot and by the end was hurling the lights at the branches and letting them rest.  At night they looked better than expected.  But they do have a mad artist sort of spirit.