Joe likes his trains. I take photos of them, since our country depended so much on trains in the early days (as is true of many countries), it is part of our history.
I printed three copies, as I recall, and donated one to the museum! The dude on the left worked at the museum, the dude on the right was one of many volunteers.
I had to look back and see how I set up the table. You know how that is. It requires some work and preparation. The train is busted, you see, but it looks so pretty. I'd totally forgotten that I'd set it up on the games table, right over the coffee table.
Joe brought up his supplies box by box.
Cinnamon was heavily involved.
Moral support?! He's not much help.
There are always tweaks to the arrangement. Note Nutmeg watching the whole thing from her spot on the couch.
There we go. The train set is HO gauge, and the engine is no longer picking up power from the tracks.
I remembered something I had in the Christmas trunk! While someone was shopping, I brought it up, replaced the batteries, and we were lit!
I didn't say anything. Somebody sat down for lunch. SURPRISE!
The little glass trees have a wee string of lights, hot glued to the mouth of the container. They contained vodka, as I recall. I really got into my work!
Cinnamon inspected!
Ever the inspector, he nudged the trees on the end, and I had to set them up again!
Anyway, these are good days for indoor play. There is ice and snow on the driveway that I couldn't get rid of. We had a sudden freeze and it is bitterly cold out there.