The Christmas tree is up, and during the recent warm spell I put colored lights around the front porch as well as an adjacent evergreen tree. That's a milestone for me. I usually wait till it's far below freezing, probably because I just like to hear my wife, Kaye, saying, "Why didn't you do that while it was 50 degrees out there?" My late mother had a word that best described her prodigal youngest son who was a consistent procrastinator: "putoffsky." My philosophy was to never do today what you can delay till tomorrow.
Our tree is far smaller than those of past years. We decided we didn't want to chance climbing on ladders to put the angel in place. No, we're not as pleased, but we have no children at home these days, so our decorations can be a bit more modest.
I need to follow up on my last column. Not since my piece on button boxes years ago have I received such vociferous reaction. What I called the gradual demise of cursive writing brought readers out of the woodwork. The comments flowed in from every quarter, and the opinions were most interesting.
The consensus seems to be that the process is inevitable. I learned that very few people anywhere use cursive for writing anything anymore — even their grocery lists. I guess Kaye and I are oddballs in that respect. I make notes every day in cursive. All my sticky notes are in cursive. All the handwritten reminders in my desk calendar and appointment book are cursive.
Kaye also writes on the calendar in her neat cursive style, and when either of us sends greeting cards, the messages are always cursive. We haven't started our Christmas cards yet, but with our huge family there are plenty of greetings sent throughout the year. All are cursive.