So Thanksgiving is over and Christmas season is officially upon us. Though, if you have been a teensy bit observant in the last two and a half months, you probably noticed that retailers have been under the mistaken impression that Christmas season started mid September. They must figure that Santa and his elves work year-round on Christmas, so, why not?
I have strong feelings about "why not," but I'll refrain. Let's just say that too often, Thanksgiving gets lost in the shuffle between the commercialization of Halloween and Christmas. Thanksgiving is just the mark of when to get ready for Black Friday. Clearly, I have retail related issues.
In other news . . .
There I was, happily enjoying Friday at home, when I realized that I was terribly bored. I'd run out of yarn, so there was no crocheting going on. As the day wore on, I was getting increasingly antsy. I wanted yarn and I wanted it now. I had been smugly thinking that by staying at home, I was in the sane category. And if you follow that logic to its conclusion, well, anyone who'd gone out on Black Friday, was in the not sane category.
As my seven year old would say, "No offense, man."
Right around 6pm, I had all the boredom I could take. The Calm One and the kids were out enjoying touch football with the neighborhood kids. The tv lineup had nothing to offer outside of sports -- and we all know how I feel about THAT. So, even though I had tweeted about staying at home all day, I thought, what the heck, and I ventured out to the Wal-Marts. In search of yarn appropriate for scarves and matching hats. I thought for sure that the mayhem would have died down by the evening. Surely, all the good deals had been snatched up and the crowds had dissipated.
I had never been more wrong in my entire life.
The store has nearly 40 cash registers. There were about 11 open. After strategically avoiding the registers whose card swipers don't work, I had about three choices of lines to join. The line with nineteen people in it; the line with seven people, each with full carts or the speedy checkout line of 20 items or less.
Does it really matter which line I chose? Because, I chose wrong; I always do. The speedy checkout turned out to not be so speedy. I could have -- and probably should have -- put that needle and yarn to use while I waited. I could have gotten three scarves and a hat finished in the time it took for me to reach the register. But then I would have had to go back all the way across the store to get more yarn, so as to not be bored when I got home.
Oh, shoulda-coulda-woulda, what a familiar friend you've become . . .
Next Black Friday, I will be staying at home, for sure, with more skeins of yarn than I know what to do with.
I mean, I hope so.
That's the plan. Unless I take up photography or shuffleboard or something . . .
Counting it all joy,