Note to self; do not buy a Scotch Pine for the Christmas tree, unless I want a petrified, dried out, fire hazard sitting in my living room.
As many of you know, we live four floors up, and there is no elevator. What that means is, we have to carry everything up four flights of stairs (without the assistance of an elevator). This can be healthy for our hearts and our lungs, but when you have to take a 6-foot porcupine like tree that instantly sheds deathly sharp barbed needles everywhere it goes, walking through a common residence area is a bad idea… unless you’re looking to mulch the carpet with tree syringes. So what to do? Throwing the tree off the balcony was briefly considered, but we were seriously worried that this Scotch Pine would explode into a million little pieces. The neighbors probably wouldn’t appreciate that. So we decided to lower the tree some 80-feet off the balcony to the waiting concrete below. No worries about weight, this tree was so dried out that it felt like it could be a kite. I was just glad that we didn’t have any big gust of wind while we were dropping it off of our roof. And that no one was impaled by our brillow brush of a Christmas tree while we lowered it to the ground. That tree sucked. But Christmas was awesome. I think we’ll keep Christmas, but no more Scotch Pine Holiday trees for us.
