Mary Christmas

I dreamed about visiting Mary, and she wanted to make out Christmas cards with me. She had some cards exactly like some I had, trees made with the words 'happy holidays' spelled out in green leaves, holly, I think) Her idea was to not send the same card to the same people. 

I was trying to hook up phones and computers and other tech stuff, and she became upset when I wasn't paying attention.
But I kept trying to get everything hooked up, and while I was doing that she went ahead and decorated for the holiday.
I had to hook up the phone because it didn't ring when my dad answered it (He just looked down and it was lit, so he answered) but it wasn't ringing because it wasn't connected to the main brain computer. Everything had to go through it. 

There was a lot of time and attention to connecting the woolly (They were like huge hair balls, all coiled in on themselves.Maybe old landline coiled phone cords) wires ? that would make that connection, which involved me slowing down and taking my time and really looking at the connections. (They looked like the test strips for my Onetouch glucometer) and once I discovered that I could get the connections fitted together.

Then Mary was wanting to know what to do with the icicles, since they were mine, because she didn't want to put them around the fireplace (!?!) again this year, and while I was working I kept making different suggestions. Around the front door (of our Decatur house) was one of the pop-up suggestions that she considered. Around the windows from inside the house was another. A third option was attaching them to the wall and making a frame for her little (@4ft) white LED lighted christmas tree along the edge of the little niche it was in.
We were also watching Murder She Wrote. (That part makes sense, because that's what I had on the tv as I went to sleep.)