Yesterday, a woman from Jefferson, NH called the house wanting to know if it was too late to put in a citrus order. Well, technically, it was past the deadline, but I had ordered some extra fruit, just in case. Also, the fruit company will let me amend the order until noon on the day following the deadline. So I gave her a call. She asked if she could buy about 15 cases. I nearly dropped the phone.

She wasn’t ready to commit yet, because she wanted to be able to put heads together with her husband to figure out exactly how much of what to buy, but she said she’d call back. I told her I had to know before noon today.

She called at about 9:00am, wanting a total of 20 cases. I had already ordered 51.5 cases, so her order now represents almost a third of my new total. Woot! But it gets better.

When I called the fruit company with my new total (73.5 cases – I also added a couple more from where other people had ordered after the published deadline), we started talking about where we would have it delivered. I have to place a minimum order of 100 cases if I want it delivered to a place of my choosing, but that has never happened in the three years we’ve been doing this. The sales rep thought that Pioneer Memorial had ordered some (they’re in Keene, about a 90 minute drive from the church), which would be great compared to Freeport, ME (a three hour drive). And then she saw that not only had Pioneer placed an order… ours was bigger. That means that instead of me picking up at Pioneer, Pioneer will most likely be picking up in Concord.

This is going to be so nice. The woman from Jefferson will also be driving down to Concord to pick hers up, so I don’t even have to deal with THAT. Woohoo!

When I got home, I ate some dinner and then helped Beth with her piano lesson. It began in a most unpleasant manner:

Me: That was supposed to be a G. You played an F.
Me: No, you played this key (bing…). That’s an F.
Me: No. It’s an F. Look. (pointing to the keyboard, which labels the chords at the lowest end of the keyboard). See. That says F, and that’s what you played. It’s not a G.
Beth: THAT’S WRONG THEN!!! THIS IS A G! (plink, plink, plink)
Me: It’s not wrong. Look at the book (pointing to a G in the book).
Me: If you don’t stop whining, I’m going to make you quit taking piano lessons.

And I would have too. She straightened up immediately and became much more pleasant. There had been even more arguing before then, with her insisting that the teacher had told her to do something different from what she had written in her instructions. And placed an asterisk by. And underlined. Twice.

I dunno exactly why Beth reversed her attitude, but it was nearly instant. And then she did so much better and played beautifully (for a six year old). Then she asked when we were going to put up the Christmas tree. I figured that had to be worth something, so I told her we would do it if she would practice an extra 15 minutes. Which she then did, diligently.

After 15 minutes, I went to the attic and dragged the tree downstairs. David was excited about the tree too, so I made him carry a box of decorations. We set the tree up, and I strung up the lights. Then I positioned it where I wanted it, and nailed it to the floor. I do that every year. We have carpet in the living room, so the nail holes completely disappear once the tree comes down. And the tree stays put, and no one ends up on or on America’s Funniest Home Videos. Once the tree was nailed down, I turned David and Beth loose with the remaining decorations.

Beth kept pretending to decorate it just like the kids on Merry Christmas Charlie Brown – by gathering around the tree and waving her hands. When they finished, they wanted to watch a Christmas video, but it was Beth’s bedtime. But hey – the tree only goes up once a year, so I figured a 30 minute extension would be OK. They could watch a video if it were 30 minutes or less. They chose… Merry Christmas Charlie Brown.