Hugh attempted to put up the Christmas tree last night. I say "attempted" because; when he got to the final piece-the top of the tree-the lights wouldn't work. Wait, that's not entirely accurate: half of the lights wouldn't work. How does that happen? I have no idea. What I do know is that we have had more technical difficulties while putting up the decorations this year than in any year that I can remember. I'm talking breakage, lights that don't work, missing items, etc.
It has been quite frustrating.
It has also been a little humorous, mainly because I keep picturing Dad laughing and laughing at my irritation.
I can't help but think that this is karma for all the times I teased him about bellowing out "You sappo mother!" every time he was frustrated by our old Christmas tree.
I never thought I would be thankful for karma, but, there ya go. Stranger things have happened, I guess.