I think my parents had visions of taking me out to the wilds of Washington to chop down my first tree, but after an early morning trip to the airport to drop Bibi off, watching my parents wolf down breakfast at a West Seattle diner (they always seem to eat so fast when I’m around) and errands on Saturday morning I was in no mood for such an ambitious venture. Instead, we headed up to Seattle’s capitol hill neighborhood to a tree lot in the backyard of Dunshee House, which provides support for people living with HIV/AIDS. Tree shopping, like most other shopping was a snooze for me. After my parents checked out the varieties and sizes, I gave my ok to a nice little Fraser Fir that fit perfectly on the roof of our car.
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