Highland Avenue, 4:13 a.m.
Did a show in Athens Wednesday night and didn’t get home until 4 a.m. Thursday morning, and slept for over 12 hours during the day, until just after 4 p.m. Couldn’t sleep last night and didn’t trust myself to wake up to get to work this morning, so I went walking and then eventually came to work early.
My ex put up her Christmas tree today.
I only know that because she messaged me a picture of the five Christmas tree ornaments my grandmother bought her while we were together, so she must have been pulling decorations out of the attic and ran into them.
My grandmother, or “Grammy,” is a big QVC/Home Shopping Network fan, and every year she’d get us each an Auburn University-themed Christmas tree ornament, usually consisting of Santa in or on an orange and blue mode of transportation (plane, sled, rocking horse), with “Auburn University” written on the side and a bag of presents peeking out from somewhere.
In the picture she sent me, there were five ornaments on the coffee table, acting as an odd, unintentional time piece.
Five ornaments, five Christmases, five years.
When I got the ornament picture, I let myself wonder for a moment, how different would our lives be if this picture held a different number of these blown-glass cheer-givers? What if there were more? What if there were fewer? Is there a Christmas shopper more consistent than Grammy?
But I remembered what was great about being with her much more clearly than what was difficult, so five was probably perfect.