Yes, it’s Black Friday. At least for the next twenty-five minutes. Anyway, today is the day after Thanksgiving and the day retailers look to put them in the black for the rest of the year. Despite my comments about holidays and my general frustration with the extreeeeeeeme commercialization and commodification that has taken place my wife and I have, for the last eight or ten years, been among the shoppers on the busiest day of the year.
In our case, our three girls have spent the same last eight or ten Thanksgiving weekends with their grandparents – or, after my dad’s death in 2003, their grandmother – leaving us free to do our holiday shopping unencumbered by children. Of course, shopping with our children today is considerably different than it was in 1997, when our youngest was two.
So, though we tend not to get caught up in all the latest fad, electronic gizmo, high-tech toy business, we do still use the Christmas holiday to buy some of the stuff we’d probably buy anyway – and a few other things. And it’s also become a time for us to spend together. I like that. Tomorrow we’ll finish most of our shopping, and complete the day with a trip to a local nursery to buy evergreen wreaths and a kissing ball (which gets way too little use, if you ask me, but that’s another story) before picking up the girls at their grandmother’s on Sunday.
If you thought I was talking about Steely Dan’s tune by the same name – sorry, that might also be the subject of another post. As much of a fan of Steely Dan as I am, that will have to wait for another time.