I'm having problems writing this morning. What I had hoped would be a funny assessment of Black Friday / whatever color is assigned to Thursday actually just sounds kind of shrill. Not really the look I'm going for, so I'm starting over. Well, words are expendable, you see. That can be a hard lesson to learn, but it's the cold hard truth.
So here's the deal. I'd rather just write about what makes me happy instead of focusing on something that drives me nuts. The commercialism of Christmas isn't going away, and nothing I can say will change that. I can only control myself. I like to think of that as a sanity saver instead of a cop-out.
We had a really lovely Thanksgiving. Only seven guests, but they were all people we love, so it was fun and quite perfect, really. We ate a delicious meal together, took a two-mile walk around the neighborhood, watched a lot of football and just chatted. It doesn't get much better than that.
Johanna decided we were going to "wrap" the dining room table in clean newsprint this year so everyone could draw during dinner. She filled two half-pint jars with crayons and led the charge. That was a surprising hit. Mostly people doodled while watching football and chatting since, you know, we were sort of busy when we were eating. I forgot to take pictures during, but here's some of the after:
Happy Thanksgiving indeed.
Another Bad Creation, Iesha. Um, when my cousin Seth was eight, this was his favorite song. I think. That's how I remember it, anyway. I introduced this song to Johanna recently--since she listens to it like 85 times a day I'm beginning to question my decision a little--and we played it for Seth after dinner. Ah, the early '90s were really something.