Sunday, January 2, 2011

DEBRIS

I'm looking out my window. It's the day after New Year's -- the first Sunday morning of 2011.

It looks the same -- gray street, gray, white, and red brick buildings, lamps posts, parked cars, meters like sentries that demand how much -- $14.00 for a half hour of parking on our street. It's a business street in the heart of Manhattan.

Yesterday, across the street in those buildings, I could see at least four marvelously decorated Christmas trees on four different floors -- all large, all looked as if they'd been carefully, expensively, creatively, applause-gettingly labored over.

Soon they'll be in the street.

And steel Dumpers will be in street, piled high with cartons, gift boxes -- piles of red, green, gold, silver things -- ribbons, bows, labels, cards, protective tissue, wrapping paper -- so many pretty things everyone picked out carefully, purchased, debated over how to handle, then wrapped, tied, taped and fussed with.

Like the Christmas trees. After the holiday you can keep the tree up for a week or two -- you can pretend not to notice the branches, the green beginning to be tinged with brown -- becoming brown and brittle -- then very brittle, crumbling, brittle, with browned, dead, pine needles beginning to cover the floor around the base of the tree, migrating, magically moving into other parts of the house that have to be kept clean.

Nobody wants pine needles on the kitchen floor. I don't want pine needles in the bathroom.

So, we'll move our tree into the hall -- trees are elevatored or hand, arm, and shoulder carried to the street, and laid to rest ignobly on their sides at the curb.

Sometimes the tree lies there and brown turns to gray until the garbage trucks and the garbage men arrive and the remnants of what once was your marvelous -- oh, this is IT tree! -- are disposed of.

Ours was a lovely tree -- a little crooked, but it grew and grew somewhere to be ready for us to chose it, buy it, make it into ours.

Well, it'll be Ground Hog day in a minute, then Valentines .... Happy New Year -- hello two zero one one! Hey, 2-0-1-1 will be fun to type -- to print out on a check ...

Oh my goodness, I forgot -- well, belatedly, tomorrow I'll give a holiday present to our postman!

5 comments:

carolom said...

We decorate one of our pot plants every year and if we want to put up extra decorations...we wear them.Then there are no tree corpses laying around, just a bit of glitter and sparkle to get out of our hair....lol

Carola said...

We stopped having trees because we hate the cleanup so much. Just enjoy other people's trees.

linda harris said...

i love xmas trees! bright, sparkly,covered with fun, colorful memories old and new. my tree is 4ft tall and out of a box. bought at an after-xmas sale, it serves me well. we had fresh ones when my son was small. i do this for me. it's fun and i'm glad to mark the season in my own way. now my mom's red poinsettia tablecloth is a wonderful addition to my celebration!

MARYANN MAISANO said...

Brava and true !!! I took my tree down yesterday !!! Needles all over the place and one stuck in my hand !!! ahhhh the Ghost of Pine Needle past!!

Linda Phillips said...

$14 an hour for parking????? Forget about the trees...LOL...I'm in shock...I left NY at the right time!!!! hugggggggs xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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