Here at the beach, we've got quite a large number of hobos. They're pretty harmless, and they're an excellent indigenous source of recycling.
The other night I managed to get this photo -- excuse the blurriness, I was trying to get the photo without this guy turning around. He's got a trash bag over his shoulder and he's wearing a Santa hat. It's kind of sad, but also just very Pacific Beach, in a bizarre and somewhat joyous way.
We bought a tree from the lot that's about 3 blocks away from our house, which meant that we could walk it home. Between my handmade ornaments, and the boxful of ornaments so thoughtfully supplied by Chris' mom, we've got quite a nice little tree. Very sincere.
You will notice that it's handily located next to our front door. This arrangement is compliments of TinyHouse. Don't worry, we've actually taped a note over the deadbolt outside that says "Use back door. Xmas tree behind this one." Good thing we did, too. Our landlord had to come over last Friday to check on the pipes -- that would have ended in tears.
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