Holiday photos.

May your 2010 be this happy.

This sawhorse lives in the courtyard of my mother's gorgeous block of flats, where we spent Christmas. He is holding up an admittedly not so gorgeous extension cord. This is an important job, though, as the cord provides power for the fairy lights that give the court its festive holiday air, despite the (blessed) lack of snow.

Because our priorities are not entirely in order, these are the only photos we took over the whole trip. Loved ones opening their carefully selected presents? No. An adorable three-year-old trying again and again to pluck the glace cherries off the top of the trifle before it's been served? No. A room stuffed full of people singing decreasingly Christmassy and increasingly tipsy songs at full voice for hours on end, to the accompaniment of three guitars and a musical saw? Certainly not. 

Sawhorse? By all means.

 
Hello! he says. I love you! Happy new year!

Comments

[Drew]

And so began the tradition of the Christmas Sawhorse. I didn't take any photos this Xmas, not even of the old, somewhat tattered copy of Quo Vadis that was one of my grandmom's rather random gifts.

[Liz]

Hello sawhorse! I love you toooooo! Happy happy 2010!

[Ray Davis]

Horses: who will do it? out of manes? Words
Will do it, out of manes, out of airs, but
They have no manes, so there are no airs, birds
Of words, from me to them no singing gut.
For they have no eyes, for their legs are wood,
For their stomachs are logs with print on them,
Blood-red, red lamps hang from necks or where could
Be necks, two legs stand A, four together M.
"Street Closed" is what print says on their stomachs...

[redfox]

Drew: Good work, keep up the side. Side photo fail!

Liz: There is no love so pure as the love between woman and sawhorse. Says me.

Ray: Paul is going to hunt me down like a dog, now, isn't he?

[Ray Davis]

My hope for the New Year is that meeting you, Snark, and Da Bump will melt the old crab's heart. (Legal advisor: Frank Capra.)