I love Christmas as much as the next Christmas-loving person, and I have a high tolerance for yuletide lights and trees that survive into early January, but I think it's reasonable that when February dawns, all outdoor Christmas decorations should be fast asleep in their plastic crates under the stairs/in the attic/in the guest bedroom closet/in the garage. Especially the two-story tall Nutcracker that stands guard outside the house around the corner (on 3rd Avenue between Anza and Geary, if you're up for the drive). Yes, of course there were originally two Nutcrackers, but his partner who was stationed to the right of the front door collapsed a couple days after the Inauguration. In relief, I think.
I haven't gotten close enough to see what Mr. Nutcracker is made of, but it's something strong. He's now survived Chinese New Year, the Super Bowl, the worst recession since 1945, and has a little more than a week and half to go until Valentines Day. It's a testament to the live-and-let-live nature of San Francisco that he can stand tallish (he's tilting a bit) and proud well into February.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
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better than the Dennis Kucinich campaign signs my neighbors keep taped to their windows.
Perhaps your San Francisco neighbors are just preparing for nut season.
You can't be too careful.
And here it is: The Nutcracker
Dear Mouse,
You're a genius. Thanks for bringing life to the story.
A-L
ALS,
Use the photo for the blog entry if you want - i took it myself, so it's not problem. I'm sure that the Tchaikovsky fans in the house will not mind.
Funny, quirky, warm blog. Keep it going...
Bauhaus Mouse
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