black Friday

I'm sorry to hear that Old Dog,  Boy I don't know what to add to that.  Maybe Thanksgiving is the big family day.  It's not as big as Christmas of course, but it doesn't have all those gaudy distractions, just sit across the table from each other and talk and eat.  Sad the way our numbers dwindle.  My condolences Old Dog.


I'm glad that Bambi (Bambette?) and fawn were spared by crusty old Elmer Fudd.  There was some talk about Black Friday around my sister's table.  None of us, of course, were damn fool enough to engage in that ritual, but we all knew people (well I didn't, but I know people who know people) thjat are up at the crack of dawn, or even once the turkey has been reduced to bones.  The consensus seemed to be that it's not the bargains, but just a herd activity that some people like to take part in because it is part of the holiday.

I will be donning my Santa hat for the first time since maybe the day after New Years.  I'll have to venture over the river and into the loop to get bags of red and green Hershey kisses to distribute to bums along with a few coins.  I used to give dollars, but it cost me close to ten bucks to go to Walgreens and back.  And I'll have to start turning on my lights at night.  They don't look like much from ground level but they look nice from inside here.

You know there's another pre Christmas ritual now that I think about it, and that's complaining about how all the stores are putting out their Christmas stuff too early, right after Halloween, but now that Thanksgiving has been ripped from the calendar I guess it's okay to go head over heels into the tumult.  I hate the music, but I guess there is nothing to be done about that. 

I hate to be disagreeable, but not apparently enough to quibble over this little point, but I just don't see those boy deer giving up the prime land to the lady deer, just doesn't seem like the sort of thing that goes on in the animal kingdom.

Ah but hell, it's the holiday season, maybe they do.  What do I know?