Thanksgiving was good (all except the football game, which I expected Green Bay to win, but the Lions were ugly). Good dinner, good dessert, and good company at my sister’s house. Turkey Day was combined with a party for my great-niece Katie who turned two yesterday. My gift to her was a jack-in-the-box, which delighted both her and her big sister Sophia. After awhile I tried to remember the words to “Pop Goes the Weasel,” but the third line eluded me. This led to my nephew going to his iPhone to look up the words on a National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences website. And then followed the even more unlikely event of him looking up other children’s songs AND singing them!
No part of today has been spent inside a store, except for the stop for a coffee and newspaper on the way to pick up Mom. We had stores opening at 9 p.m. tonight to start Black Friday sales, and others opening at midnight. Starting this early is ridiculous bordering on insane. I heard a Target spokesperson saying that customers wanted to go shopping right after dinner. I think it’s more like big retailers could only expand their greed in one direction, into the only time they weren’t open before Christmas. Whether this helps their bottom line, who knows. One of my musical colleagues commented “After spending all year listening to people talk about how bad the economy is, Black Friday is a slap in the face.” I hadn’t thought of that before he said it, but I am pretty sure I agree. I don’t expect to shop anywhere tomorrow. I don’t need to be part of the madness.